Love My Lips

One day, while talking with Doctor Archibald Larry confronts one of his deepest fears If my lips ever left my mouth Packed a bag and headed south That'd be too bad I'd be so sad I see, that'd be too bad, you'd be so sad? That'd be too bad Alrightie If my lips said, "Adios I don't like you, I think you're gross" That'd be too bad I might get mad Hm, that'd be too bad, you might get mad? That'd be too bad Fascinating If my lips moved to Duluth Left a mess and took my tooth That'd be too bad I'd call my dad Oh, dear! That'd be too bad, you'd call your dad? That'd be too bad Hold it! Did you say your father? Fascinating! So, what you're saying is that if your lips left you That'd be too bad, I'd be so sad I might get mad, I'd call my dad That'd be too bad That'd be too bad? That'd be too bad Why? 'Cause I love my lips! Be-dee-bap-ba-beed-bap-boo Ye-be-dap-bap-boop-ba-da-boo-boh Ya-ba-dop-bap-ba-dee-ba-bow-boom Bam-be-do-ba-ba-bu-dow Yuh-bu-da-bu-da-bum-bee-brr-bl-le-blr-rum Yi-bi-lee-bleh-blulu-loh-blee-blu-bi-lau-lo Li-lo-lo-lo-li-lo-lo-lo-lo Oh, my, this is more serious than I thought Larry, what do you see here? Um, that looks like a lip What about this? It's a lip And this? It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip Lips, lip, lip, lip Larry, tell me about your childhood When I was just two years old I left my lips out in the cold And they turned blue What could I do? Oh, dear They turned blue, what could you do? Oh, they turned blue I see On the day I got my tooth I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth She had a beard And it felt weird My, my She had a beard and it felt weird? She had a beard Oh Ten days after I turned eight Got my lips stuck in a gate My friends all laughed And I just stood there Until the fire department came and broke the lock with a crow bar And I had to spend the next six weeks in lip rehab With this kid named Oscar, who got stung by a bee right on the lip And we couldn't even talk to each other until the fifth week 'Cause both our lips were so swollen And, when he did start speaking, he just spoke Polish And I only knew like three words in Polish, except now I know four Because Oscar taught me the word for lip: usta! Your friends all laughed Usta? How do you spell that? I don't know So, what you're saying is that when you were young They turned blue, what could I do? She had a beard and it felt weird My friends all laughed Usta! I'm confused I love my lips! (Boo-ba-bi-ba-bi-loo-bow) (Bi-bi-dee-ba-boo-bi-li-boo) um, Larry! Larry! Wait, Larry, Larry! (Ba-bi-li-ba-boo-ba-boo) Archibald will not save you (li-pa-boo-ba-bi-li-ba-ba-li) (This has been silly songs with Larry) Larry! (Bi-la-bi-la-bi-li-bow-bu-doo) (Tune in next time to hear Larry say) Larry, Larry, Larry! (Loo-le-bi-le-low-li-li-bi-la-boo-ba) Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose? Oh, look at the time!