We're on a quest to get eggy into the nesty, projectile spines hit more than they miss. Well, the baby has a scratch on her shell that hasn't hatched, and a boo-boo just demands a kiss.
And now you're shiverin' from frosty freezy ice breath, and I can tell you want to punch me in the gut. Well, baby's cold, sad to admit, needs Mother Hen to sit on it, and you have got the biggest butt.
After getting hit with monster spit, a bath we take, and now we soothe eggy-poo with Patty-Cake. Caring for children is such fun, won't you agree? You thought you'd kick some monster butt, instead you're dressed for tea!
As we approach our final destination, you have been burned and singed and smashed and struck! It was all worth it, oh, you'll agree, 'Cuz finally you will see a lump of love will take the bronco's buck! Oh, yeah! A lump of love will take the bronco's...buck!
(Scat until the end)