Waiting at thecornerOr underneaththe stairBest turn yourthoughts awayPretend that he’snot thereLurking in thefront roomAnd always atthe rearTell you lots ofcrazy thingsIt’s better notto hearOh no yummeryummer manDon’t you messwith meOh no yummeryummer manI Don’t want to seeLa La La…Standing at yourbedsideAs you are bornTo clasp you to himWhen the angelshave all flownAnd when he comesto get youYou’d bettergo alongHe’s there totake youTo the place whereyou belongOh no yummeryummer manDon’t you messwith meOh no yummeryummer manI Don’t want to see