Woody Woodpecker - Kay Kyser

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

Oh, that’s the Woody Woodpecker song

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

Yeah, he’s a-peckin' it all day long

He pecks a few holes in a tree to see

If a redwood’s really red

And it’s nothing to him, on the tiniest whim

To peck a few holes in your head

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

Oh, that’s the Woody Woodpecker’s tune

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

Makes the other woodpeckers swoon

Though it doesn’t make sense to the dull and the dense

And the lady woodpeckers long for

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

That’s the Woody Woodpecker song

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

Woody Woodpecker’s serenade

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

On the woodpecker hit parade

Though he can’t sing a note, there’s a frog in his throat

All his top notes come out blurred

He’s the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice

He gives all his rivals the bird

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

He’ll be settlin' down some day

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

He’ll be hearin' the preacher say

For the rest of your life, you’ll be woody and wife

And the choir will sing along with

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho

The Woody Woodpecker song