Lyrics
She sells seashells by the seashore, The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I'm sure she sells seashore shells. Twist and shout, let it all out, Tongue-twisted turns, let’s dance about. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, How many peppers did Peter Piper pick? Betty Botter bought some butter, "But," she said, "this butter’s bitter! If I put it in my batter, It will make my batter bitter." [Bridge] Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? Can you can a can as a canner can can a can? [bass solo] Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, How many peppers did Peter Piper pick? [bass solo] She sells seashells, Betty’s bitter butter, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he? [drop] Red lorry, yellow lorry, rolling down the road, Rattling along, their loads ready to unload. Repeat the riddle, race them round the bend, Red lorry, yellow lorry, right to the end. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Packed the peppers, and gave them all a lick Crisp crusts crackle, croissants' cozy curves, Clara crunches crisply, as the corner swerves. Crafting crispy croissants, Clara’s café cheers, Customers come craving, casting clear careers. Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, How many peppers did Peter Piper pluck
