Duck Twacy speaking! You say your piggy bank's stolen
My name is Duck Twacy, a private eye
I'm gonna pin it on ya, see? I'm gonna pin it on ya
Through the telephones callin', and even long distance
It sounds like a stolen piggy bank crime wave
But no it's gone, my piggy banks' been stolen too
I go out in the night and search for my stolen piggy bank
Scram, Sherlock
I'm working this side of the street
I fall in a trapdoor of the gangster's hideout
And I'm surrounded by the gang of crooks
Snake Eyes
88 Teeth
Hammer Head
Pussy Cat
Bat Man
Double Header
Pickelpuss
Pumpkin Head
Neon Noodle
Juke Box Jaw
Wolf Man
You're all under arrest
I start to run and hide as far as I can
And Rubber Head's gonna r-r-r-r-rub ya out, see? R-r-r-r-r-r-rub ya out
I shoot them down from 1 to 25
And I find my stolen piggy bank
But then I wake up and I realize
That I'm just havin', havin', havin', havin', havin' another bad dream