I asked my baby, my baby elf   a couple questions about myself.   If I was handsome, if I was nice.   I was lookin' for her advice.   She looked at me and shook her head, and this is what she said:   [yelling in elvish]      She yelled so loud, she hurt my ears.   My eyes they welled up, all full of tears!   But I don't mind none, 'cuz she's my elf   My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!      When I go walkin' all by myself   I busy thinkin' about my elf.   I keep her picture up on my shelf.   I'm always dreaimin' about my elf.   I won't forget the way that she    says those words to me.   [screaming in elvish]      Don't know exactly what she said,   just know it kinda hurts my head.   I'll take an asprin, 'cuz she's my elf.   My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!      Leg-o-lamb: Wait a minute! You're not a real elf! You're an elvish impersonator!   You sicken oh deceitful one!   Ear-a-corn: Oh, give the gourd a bow and arrow and he's a real elf!