Waiting at the
corner
Or underneath
the stair
Best turn your
thoughts away
Pretend that he's
not there
Lurking in the
front room
And always at
the rear
Tell you lots of
crazy things
It's better not
to hear
Oh no yummer
yummer man
Don't you mess
with me
Oh no yummer
yummer man
I Don't want to see
La La La...
Standing at your
bedside
As you are born
To clasp you to him
When the angels
have all flown
And when he comes
to get you
You'd better
go along
He's there to
take you
To the place where
you belong
Oh no yummer
yummer man
Don't you mess
with me
Oh no yummer
yummer man
I Don't want to see
