Fudd

To the Tune of "Addicted to Love" by Robert Palmer

All day long, you jump and hop
Repeating, "What's Up, Doc"
Your wife don't know what to think
That's why you're here, cause I'm your shrink

You can't eat (no) no meat
But them cawwots can't be beat
You went huntin that's what you did
And this time, you flipped your lid

Oh and you went hunting for that wabbit, but, oh yeah
You closed in for the kill and you fired a dud
You're going to have to face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd

This beha-vior has to stop
You own a mansion and a yacht
A tad eccentric, but it's no crime
I've got to say, you're not lapine
You've lost your mind, you've gone insane
The pressure got to your brain
You're not a wabbit, you ain't a hare
You're Elmer Fudd, the milionaire

Oh you like to think that you're a bunny, Bud, oh yeah
It says here on your liscence I'm not making this up
No, you're gonna have to face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd

Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Disorder racks your dome
You're as cra-zy as can be
So get a grip and pay your fee

Oh you'll need therapy ro get out of this rut, oh yeah
I'm prescribing a vacation and a six-pack of suds
Yeah, you're gona have to face it, you are Elmer J Fudd

Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd
Might as well face it, you are Elmer J. Fudd