One day, while talking with Doctor Archibald
Larry confronts one of his deepest fears
If my lips ever left my mouth
Packed a bag and headed south
That'd be too bad
I'd be so sad
I see, that'd be too bad, you'd be so sad?
That'd be too bad
Alrightie
If my lips said, "Adios
I don't like you, I think you're gross"
That'd be too bad
I might get mad
Hm, that'd be too bad, you might get mad?
That'd be too bad
Fascinating
If my lips moved to Duluth
Left a mess and took my tooth
That'd be too bad
I'd call my dad
Oh, dear! That'd be too bad, you'd call your dad?
That'd be too bad
Hold it! Did you say your father?
Fascinating!
So, what you're saying is that if your lips left you
That'd be too bad, I'd be so sad
I might get mad, I'd call my dad
That'd be too bad
That'd be too bad?
That'd be too bad
Why?
'Cause I love my lips!
Be-dee-bap-ba-beed-bap-boo
Ye-be-dap-bap-boop-ba-da-boo-boh
Ya-ba-dop-bap-ba-dee-ba-bow-boom
Bam-be-do-ba-ba-bu-dow
Yuh-bu-da-bu-da-bum-bee-brr-bl-le-blr-rum
Yi-bi-lee-bleh-blulu-loh-blee-blu-bi-lau-lo
Li-lo-lo-lo-li-lo-lo-lo-lo
Oh, my, this is more serious than I thought
Larry, what do you see here?
Um, that looks like a lip
What about this?
It's a lip
And this?
It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip
It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip
It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip
Lips, lip, lip, lip
Larry, tell me about your childhood
When I was just two years old
I left my lips out in the cold
And they turned blue
What could I do?
Oh, dear
They turned blue, what could you do?
Oh, they turned blue
I see
On the day I got my tooth
I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth
She had a beard
And it felt weird
My, my
She had a beard and it felt weird?
She had a beard
Oh
Ten days after I turned eight
Got my lips stuck in a gate
My friends all laughed
And I just stood there
Until the fire department came and broke the lock with a crow bar
And I had to spend the next six weeks in lip rehab
With this kid named Oscar, who got stung by a bee right on the lip
And we couldn't even talk to each other until the fifth week
'Cause both our lips were so swollen
And, when he did start speaking, he just spoke Polish
And I only knew like three words in Polish, except now I know four
Because Oscar taught me the word for lip: usta!
Your friends all laughed
Usta? How do you spell that?
I don't know
So, what you're saying is that when you were young
They turned blue, what could I do?
She had a beard and it felt weird
My friends all laughed
Usta!
I'm confused
I love my lips!
(Boo-ba-bi-ba-bi-loo-bow)
(Bi-bi-dee-ba-boo-bi-li-boo) um, Larry! Larry!
Wait, Larry, Larry! (Ba-bi-li-ba-boo-ba-boo)
Archibald will not save you (li-pa-boo-ba-bi-li-ba-ba-li)
(This has been silly songs with Larry) Larry! (Bi-la-bi-la-bi-li-bow-bu-doo)
(Tune in next time to hear Larry say) Larry, Larry, Larry!
(Loo-le-bi-le-low-li-li-bi-la-boo-ba)
Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose?
Oh, look at the time!