[Dr. Scratchansniff]
My penchant for sweets lead me through dark streets
I broke into my grandmother's bakery
I stuffed my young face with the cookies and cakes
Crept back home full of sugar, and shaky
At my mother's accusal that I ate the streusel
I blamed it on Fritz, our Dalmatian
I was thrilled by my lie, but she warned me that I
Would be punished for prevarication

He wears a striped dress and his hair is a mess
And he thinks children's lies are delicious
He climbs under your sheets to suck lies from your feets
He's from Hamburg, the city of bridges

[Yakko, Wakko and Dot]
Are you serious? Is that true?

[Scratchansniff]
Warners, would I lie to you?
The Tickler hears your falsehoods
And he comes for you at night
You want proof? I see you scoff!
The Tickler sucks your toes clean off

[Yakko, Wakko and Dot]
Ah!
We're sorry Dr. Scratches, please let us make it right!
Here's all the things we ever bought
This bed, this skirt, this 12-foot yacht

[Yakko]
These imitation Beastwipe gloves
I swear it's not the Hulk!

[Yakko, Wakko and Dot]
This Picasso, a baby grand, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands
This twenty-pack of anvils
Cheaper if you buy in bulk!