He he he he, he he he he,

That's the Woody Woodpecker song

He he he he, he he he he,

He's a-pecking it all day long

He pecks a few holes in a tree to see

If the redwood's really red

And it is nothing to him, on the tiniest whim,

To peck a few holes in your head

He he he he, he he he he,

That's the Woody Woodpecker's tune,

Hee hee hee hee, he he he he,

Makes the other woodpeckers swoon

Though it doesn't make sense

To the dull and the dense,

All the lady woodpeckers long for

He he he he, he he he he,

At the Woody Woodpecker's Song
Ha ha ha ha, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,

That's the Woody Woodpecker's Serenade,

Ho ho ho ho, huh huh huh huh, hee hee hee hee

On the Woodpecker Hit Parade,

Though he can't sing a note,

There's a frog in his throat,

And his top notes come out blurred,

He's the ladies' first choice,

With the lap in his voice,

He gives all his rivals the boird
He he he he, he he he he, he he he

He'll be a battling ram someday

Ha ha ha ha, hee hee hee hee, he he he he

He'll be here in a greater way,

For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wise,

And the choir will sing along with

Huh huh huh huh, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,

That's the Woody Wood, the Woody Wood, the Woody Woodpecker's song