Mr. Zebra Songtext
von Tori Amos

Hello, Mr. Zebra
Can I have your sweater?
′Cause it's cold, cold, cold
In my hole, hole, hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she′s a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind


Hello, Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile -dile -dile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilised syllabub
To blow your mind

Figure it out, she, she's a goodtime fellow
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny′s rights
Figure it out, she, she′s a goodtime fellow
"Too bad the burial was premature," she said and smiled