I asked my baby, my baby elf
a couple questions about myself.
If I was handsome, if I was nice.
I was lookin` for her advice.
She looked at me and shook her head, and this is what she said:
[yelling in elvish]
She yelled so loud, she hurt my ears.
My eyes they welled up, all full of tears!
But I don`t mind none, `cuz she`s my elf
My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!
When I go walkin` all by myself
I busy thinkin` about my elf.
I keep her picture up on my shelf.
I`m always dreaimin` about my elf.
I won`t forget the way that she
says those words to me.
[screaming in elvish]
Don`t know exactly what she said,
just know it kinda hurts my head.
I`ll take an asprin, `cuz she`s my elf.
My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!
Leg-o-lamb: Wait a minute! You`re not a real elf! You`re an elvish
impersonator!
You sicken oh deceitful one!
Ear-a-corn: Oh, give the gourd a bow and arrow and he`s a real elf!