Oh bit, oh bit, oh bit
When I come to the house, full of vines
Wear your hats, don't be throwin me in the line
Caldecott because you know I gotta shine
I'm Maddie Fogg
Being loved for lotta' time

All my girls get here on the school
Back to back, Bemelmans real slow
I'm such a lady but I'm tumbling like a yo
Because you know what, I don't throw ya mud
So here we go!

Chorus (x2)
How come every time you come around
My Made-Madeline want to go down
Like Made-Madeline want you to go down
Like Made-Madeline be going down

Hats go throwin'
And my speech start slowing
Everybody start looking at you

The Shirley T. got Pepito going boozed
Now I wishing that I didn't wear thse school shoes
It's like everytime I get up on the loose
Picture bookie put my business to those kids
And I'm gonna get up outta space
Before I turn around and spray my dog and scrub
My friends make you want to have a taste
You got that? (fart sound) I got the cheeze