Darrell Hammond & Christopher Snell Wappin' Lyrics

SYLVESTER]
All right, Fuddthy, thith'll be a take, thee?

[ELMER]
Kill da wabbit! Kill da wabbit! Kill da wabbit!

[SYLVESTER]
Thufferin' thuccotash! That thoundth worthe than a tweety bird in a blender! You gotta get with the timeth, Elmer! Here, try it like thith!

[ELMER]
Hey, scwewy wabbit, don't you mess with me!
I'm a super wabbit kiwwer! I'm bad, you see!
I'm Elmer Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht
And aww the widdle wadies dig what I got!
I'm armed to the teeth and I can't be beat!
I'm a cwazy ol' mudda for wabbit meat!
Aww the wabbits I catch, they pay me cash
So hey, scwewy wabbit, better cover your a--

I'm wappin'! I'm wappin'!
No wabbit's gonna catch me nappin'!

I think that befowe I get much thinner
I'll be takin' you home with me for dinner!
See, I have this wecuwwing fantasy
Of using you in one of my wecipies!
You let aww this success go stwaight to your head
But it's fattened you up, so I'll be well fed!
You'we a dwied-up, scwewy ol', fat Welsh wabbit
With a two-thousand-dowwar-a-day cawwot habit!

I'm wappin'! I'm wappin'!
And nothin's gonna catch me nappin'!

You'we gonna wish you were a specimen in the zoo
'Cause it's aww over, wabbit! I'm comin' for you!
I wear a huntin'-type cammies and I cawwy a gun
And I'll bwow your bwains out just for fun!
You can hide anywhere, you can hide in the sewer
But you'we gonna wind up on the end of my skewer!
You think you'we hot, but much hotter you'll be
When you'we a batter-dipped, wabbit-fwied fwicassee!

I'm wappin'! I'm wappin'!
And nothin's gonna catch me--ooh! Ohh!
Ooh, dawn you!
Siwwy wabbit!

[SYLVESTER]
Well, thufferin' thuccotash! How'd HE get in here?

[BUGS' CHEERING SECTION]
Bricka-bracka-firecracka!
Bricka-bracka-firecracka!
Bricka-bracka-firecracka!
Bricka-bracka-firecracka!
Bricka-bracka-firecracka! Sis-boom-bah!
Bugs Bunny! Bugs Bunny! Rah-rah-rah!

[BUGS]
Ehh, what's up, doc? So ya think you're the Pope?
Or is your brain fried out on ginseng dope?
What's the secret here, Fuddsy? Have ya got some serum
That makes you all short and fat and gruesome?
Ya chased me through the woods for fifty years
Shootin' everythin' with floppy ears!
Chasin' after me has caused a big sensation:
The Elmer Fudd method of vegetation!
I'm goin' to the Rabbit Club to quaff a few
So here's the last thing I'm gonna say to you:
Take your mansion and your broken-down yacht
And kiss my smelly ol' wabbit shot!
Ehh, ain't I a stinker? Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh! What a maroon!

[SYLVESTER]
Gee, Fuddthy, you wanna try thith again when you're feelin' better, then?

[ELMER]
Oh, shut up, you wotten ol' ***** cat! I'll get you too, dawn you! If it's the wast stwaw... (goin asn)