I am Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire

I own a mansion, and a yacht and a car, and a plane, and a gun

And a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I own a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

There's a band in the studio right next to us

We think that their brains are filled with pus

We wish that they'd go home on a bus

And take their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

They have a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I am Mr. Eddie's father

My partner is Uncle Norman, Eddie plays with Mrs. Livingston

And his drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I bought him a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I am an antichrist-a, I am an anarchist

I know what I want and I'm gonna get

A drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I want a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

There's a band in the studio right next to us

We wish that they'd get hit by a bus

And leave their drum machine to us

We want their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

We need a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

We really need a drum machine

We could write lots of songs that are really keen

And get on MTV and be seen

If we had a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

We need a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

The perfect Christmas gift to a band from its fans

Is a drum machine we don't know how to use one

But we could learn

If it came with instructions that would be real good

We could write lots of good songs

With a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

We need a drum machine