The_Hamburg_Tickler_Song Songtext
von Animaniacs

My penchant for sweets
Led me through the dark streets
I broke into my grandmother′s bakery
I stuffed my young face
With her cookies and cakes
Crept back home full of sugar and shaky
At my mother's accusal
That I ate the streusel
I blamed it on Fritz, our Dalmatian
I was thrilled by my lie
But she warned me that I
Would be punished for prevarication


"He wears a striped dress
And his hair is a mess
He thinks children′s lies are delicious
He climbs under your sheets
To suck lies from your feets
He's from Hamburg, the city of bridges!"
Are you serious?
Is that true?
Warners, would I lie to you?
The Tickler hears your falsehoods
And he comes for you at night
You want proof? I see you scoff
The Tickler sucks your toes clean off!

We're sorry, Dr. Scratchansniff
Please let us make it right!
Here′s all the things we ever bought
This bed, this skirt, this twelve-foot yacht.
These imitation Beastwipe gloves
I swear it′s not the Hulk.
This Picasso, this baby grand,
Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands.
This twenty-pack of anvils, cheaper
If you buy in bulk!