10 don'ts for honeymooners Don' t ski naked down Mt.Everest With lilies up your nose Don' t punt up the Ganges in a vest And holler 'Thar she blows' Don' t fish for tunny in Meat Madras With blotting pads as bait Don' t converse with shrimps of higher class About the church and state I'd play hoop-la with Saturn's rings I'd tie a knot in Erroll Flynn's Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee ying For you Don't dance the polka in a dhoti Arid whistle the Rite of Spring Don't recite Hamlet's soliloquy While munching onion rings Don' t plant a stickleback in a field On St.Augustine's Day Don' t sharpen your sword and beat your shield And somersault up a brae I'd juggle with Jupiter's moons I'd flatten the Sahara's dunes Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yoon Don' t build a pyramid on the pole With Frosties packets and glue Don' t serve rubber bullets in a bowl And call it Irish Stew Don' t change all the water into wine And walk on the Dead Sea Never sing the Song of the Golden Rhine With an augmented flea I'd make a world in seven days I'd pasteurise the Milky Way Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yay I'd play hoop-la with Saturn's rings I'd tie a knot in Erroll Flynn's Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee ying I'd juggle with Jupiter's moons I'd flatten the Sahara's dunes Sing, yi yi yip, yip yi pee yoon I'd kick Mars into a black hole I'd spread plum jam on Denning's rolls Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yole I'd squeeze the spots out from the sun I'd swim the Mare Imbrium Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yun Mush a ding, toodle eye-ay Tara diddle dyno day Yi yi yip, yip yipee yay
