Yo, I am Mista Rogerz So lissen up, ya ol' codgerz What'z goin' down in da hood of neighbahz? Wit da guys in da kilts tossin' da caberz? I am da cool dood wit da cool sweataz Talkin' to all ya little bed wettaz And in my awesome crib I got da fishez dat I feed And dad trolley by golly it is a-awesome indeed And it goes to da land of Make-Believe And it makes da kiddies cry when it finally hasta leave And I tawk to Pictcha-Pictcha, though it nevah tawks back And it makes Mista McFeely tink dat I'm wack Wiggety wack? Nah, jeest regular type, Jack. We go on little trips, but not da naughty type Dis is a kids' show, so we don't smoke da pipe We learn how dey make choc'lat an' shoes And crayons and such, but not dat booze. So come on to mah hood of neighbaz Where da guys in da kilts are tossin' da caberz An' hang ou' wit me, to be mah neighbah An' don't steal mah shoes, dat's my las' favah.