(Dallas Frazier)      (Oop oop, oop oop, oop oop, alley oop.)      There's a man in the funny papers we all know   He lived way back a long time ago   He don't eat nothin' but bearcat stew   Well, this cat's name is alley oop.      He got a chauffer that's a genuine dinasour   And he can knuckle your head before you count to four   He got a big ugly club and a head full of hair   Likes great big lions and grizzley bears.      He's the toughest man there is alive   Wearing clothes from a wildcat's hide   He's the king of the jungle time   Look at that cave man go.      He rides through the jungle tearin' limbs off of trees   A knockin' great big monsters dead on their knees   The cats don't bug him 'cause they know better   He's a mean motorscooter and a bad go getter.      Aw, there he goes, hahaha, just look at him go   He sure is hip ain't he   Like he's all the way up town   Nobody puts alley oop down.      Up there on his chauffer driven a dinasour   Mess with him baby and he'll knucke your head before you count to four   Like a, like, like always he's still one hundred per cent, baby...