Na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na,
Beware of traps and snares...

Mr. Spoke speaks,
Deadly nightshade in his brainpan,
Mock aliens breed silent blond zeros of fresh young flesh,
Ignore the ghosts of books, they're getting plastered in Paris,
Della wears tupperware, and Major Domo's body politicking in limo land,
Harry Fiasco is gulping down his moral fiber and casts his hard shadow while wearing those slippery, soft, supple slippers,
He's got a plan,
It's brash and it's bold, but here's danger in the fold,
Hear his command: "Don't get old"
Bella Donna she's that poison Eurasian plant,
Beautiful lady with the blueberry hat,
Don't pull her finger, you don't know where it's been,
Starts the great tribulation all over and over again,
It's a persecution loop,
Curmudgeon in your soup,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and snares,
Beware of traps and...

Now for the cliffhanger...