Here's the story of a lovely tribble,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother,
The youngest one in curls
Here's the story of a tribble named Brady,
Who was busy with three boys of his own They were four tribbles living all together.
Yet they were all alone
Till one day when the lovely tribble met this fellow and they knew it was much more than a hunch.
That this group must somehow form a family
That's the way we became The Tribble Bunch.
The Tribble Bunch, the Tribble Bunch.
That's the way we became The Tribble Bunch
