Alright, get ready, here we go…
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn
The sheep's in the meadow and the cows in the corn
Ai yai ya…
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack with Little Bo Peep
Ai yai ya…
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, right on
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huuuh, right, name of the game…
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, her knickers all tattered and torn
It wasn't a spider who sat down beside her –
Was Little Boy Blue with the horn
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, right on, here we go…
Ikki takka tikki takka dikki takka tai ya, whop ai ya, pussy catcha fire
Yeah, a Little Boy Blue
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Black pussy, white pussy, pink pussy, blue
The name of the game is a Little Boy Blue, ai…
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, right on, here we go…
Rasta for I, Rasta for me, a Little Boy Blue in a ganja tree
Smokin' the weed…
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Boy Blue stood on a burning deck, playing a game of cricket
The ball rolled up his trouser leg, and he stumped his middle wicket
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, right on, here we go…
Ikki takka tikki takka dikki takka tai ya, whop ai ya, pussy catcha fire
Yeah, a Little Boy Blue
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Black pussy, white pussy, pink pussy, blue
The name of the game is a Little Boy Blue, bye…