Dum dum dumda dum dum dum Ring ding ding ding ding ding This is the Crazy Frog Ring ding ding ding bem bem bem Ring ding ding ding baa baa Br-br-break it, br-break it Ring ding ding daa baa

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

I'm alone and I'm an easy target They knew all along They're not dumb, they were so wrong She's not always fun Hate it now, call when I'm done Pieces fell in place Puzzles suck, laugh in my face Turn and swing the pace

If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get

Dumb-be-dumb-dumb be-dumb-be-dumb-dumb Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum By giving away, I think you'll learn You'll get love in return So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang is love Making somebody happy is a

You know we're superstars, we are who we are Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb We'll be forever young

Dancing through our house With the ghost of you So I drown it out like I always do With a shot of truth And I chase it down To know things like love Too young, too dumb Here I am waking up Still can't sleep on your side

I'm letting off kites over barriers If you want to shine way up! On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas Yeah (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Ay, location

Whack for my daddy, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da There's whiskey in the jar, oh Oh, oh, yeah As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol