Da cow goes moo, da sheep goes baa, Da pig goes oink out in da yard. But there's one soun' that's got 'em all beat, From a chonky king who can't be beat. There's a queshin on errwunz mind these days, Outta pasture, eatin' alla errwunz hays. Godda find out the way he calls, mayyy-be? Soya ask me, "Glass, wad duz da fonse say?!" dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, wad duz da fonse say?! dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, wad duz da fonse say?! Got a bushy tail and four big hooves, His belly so roun' when he really moves. Hidin' behind the bales, a sneaky lil' guy, A chonky orange blur in the corner'a ya eye. And just when ya think ya got him figured out... You hear that strange and legendary shout... dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, wad duz da fonse say?! dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, wad duz da fonse say?! Is it a secret ancient fonse-like tongue? A song of all the hays that he has brung... to his belly? Is he talkin' to the stars above? Or is he just... really full of love... and hays? We may never know! dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, THAT'S what da fonse say! dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Oooh, yeah, THAT'S what da fonse say! dooooododododdodooooooo dododo! Nowya know, baby.