Spittle flings, lands on you,
Makes you amped and, like Bloom,* wet too.
Spittle flings in a spray,
Makes you mad--you're walking my way.
Display no smile, a fist made from your hand.
You make a frown; why can't you understand?

You know, when launched that
Spittle flings; don't get near,
Or else it might hang off your ear.
Spittle flings, hand is goo
If it goes to block what I spew.
If it blocks, you wouldn't shake my hand;
If you'd a smock, you'd be as dry as sand.

You know, when launched that
Spittle flings; it's not sere.
I noticed that some's dripping in your beer.
I didn't aim specifically at you.
But when I spewed a spittle fling, it flew.

Spittle flings, lands on you,
Makes you damp, and you're rheumy too.
Spittle flings in a spray,
Makes you dank in a moody way.
So you sock me with your big closed hand,
Then you walk away; I fall on sand.

You know, when launched that
Spittle flings; it's not sere.
As I went down, I spit some at your rear.
I did aim it specifically at you--
Your J. Crews look a little fringed with dew.


*In the original "Producers," Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel) throws a glass of water in the face of Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder), who's panicked and screaming over and over, "I'm hysterical!" After which he says, "I'm hysterical--and I'm wet!"