| 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 |