Música: Frank Churchill
Letra: Larry Morey

Don't listen
To that old warthog.
Come on now, men.

How hard do ya scrub ?
Will our whiskers shrink ?

Do ya get in the tub ?
Do ya have to wash
Where it doesn't show ?

Now, now, now,
Don't get excited.
Here we go.

Step up to the tub
It ain't no disgrace
Just pull up your sleeves
And get 'em in place
Then scoop up the water
And rub it on your face
An' go bluddle-uddle-uddle

Pick up the soap
Now don't try to bluff
Work up a lather
An' when ya got enough
Get your hands full of water
Ya snort an' ya snuff
An' go bluddle-uddle-uddle

Ya douse an' souse
Ya run an' scrub
Ya sputter an' splash
all over the tub

You may be cold
an' wet when you're done
But ya gotta admit
it's good clean fun

So splash all ya like
It ain't any trick
As soon as you're through
You'll feel mighty slick

Bunch of old nanny goats
Ya make me sick, goin'

Now scrub good an' hard
It can't be denied
That he'll look mighty cute
As soon as he's dried

Well it's good for the soul
And it's good for the hide
To go bluddle-uddle-uddle