Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long      He pecks a few holes in a tree to see   If a redwood's really red   And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim   To peck a few holes in your head      Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   Makes the other woodpeckers swoon      Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense   And the lady woodpeckers long for   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   That's the Woody Woodpecker song      Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   Woody Woodpecker's serenade   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   On the woodpecker hit parade      Though he can't sing a note, there's a frog in his throat   All his top notes come out blurred   He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice   He gives all his rivals the bird      Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   He'll be settlin' down some day   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   He'll be hearin' the preacher say      For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wife   And the choir will sing along with   Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho   The Woody Woodpecker song