I've got some itchin', just like dogs do--
Feels like a bug crew's starting to chew.
I sit there scratching, and there's nothing else to do.
It gives me choler; my hair abounds
With tines like razors; I scream aloud
I oughta mist 'em till they're all done for, this crowd.

I've got some itchin', and I am bitchin'.
They're diggin' so deep, I think they're past the skin cells.
I'm like a dog here, that's itchin', twitchin';
I guess I'll just have to start biting myself.
They've got me squirming like a hurting hound
That's burning from the scourging crowd.

My turban has got fleas,
I itch, my turban has got fleas,
I need to scratch so.
Turban has got fleas,
I itch, my turban has got fleas.
Please flee my chapeau. . . .

They got me twitchin', and I am bitchin';
Gotta find a place with insecticide to sell.
I'm like a dog here, that's twitchin', itchin',
And they are stickin' to my slickum hair gel.
They've got me squirming like a hurting hound
That's burning from the scourging crowd.

My turban has got fleas
I itch, my turban has got fleas
I need to scratch so
turban has got fleas
I itch, my turban has got fleas
Please flee my chapeau. . . .

No 'sects,
No bugs,
They gwine,
No itchin'.

They're done,
Done in,
They're through,
But found a new mark.
Every one travels down me, and they are ranging,
Every one, to a new location for staging.

Now, where I'm tumid I have fleas
Where I am tumid I have fleas
I really itch so
Tumid gland has fleas
Nine-inch-plus tumid gland has fleas
I really itch so. . . .