Lyrics: Tom Fletcher
Music: Tom Fletcher
When I was a little girl
My father traveled ’round the world
He’d write about the fascinating things he’d see
But did he ever bring back anything for me?
No, he’d just sent me photographs
of lions, hippos, and giraffes
Forget the expeditions, I wanted exhibitions
Something I could feel, something that was real
So take a deep breath, you guessed!
I wanted pretty little dead things (woo ooh)
To hang upon the wall
First I have to slay it, then I like to flay it and display it
I don’t care how big or small
Give me pretty little dead things (woo ooh)
That’s what I want to see
’cause no one loves a pretty little dead thing more than me
It amazes me that people find it quite bizarre
when seeing creatures in a jar
A kitten or a camel, a reptile or a mammal
Any kind of beast, as long as it’s deceased (ah)
Take your last breath, oh yes!
All the pretty little dead things (woo ooh)
make me feel alive
If you wanna see ’em, swap the “mausoleum” for “museum”
And I happily supply all the pretty dead things (woo ooh)
That you’ll ever need
’cause no one makes a pretty little dead thing quite like me (oh)
yeah (oh)
So when when the family pup has had enough (ooh, had enough)
Why not get it stuffed with lots of fluff (ooh, lots of fluff)
Though he’s never going to fetch that ball (ooh, fetch that ball)
He’ll be great at playing dead in the hall (ooh)
If you reverse on the neighbour’s cat (ooh, neighbour’s cat)
I can pump it up in seconds flat (ooh, seconds flat)
From invertebrates to amphibia
I’ve stuffed an encyclopaedia
an ant, a bee, a carp, and a dog
elephants, frogs, two giraffes, and a hog
iguanas and jellyfish, twelve kangaroos
lemurs and manatees, I’ll stuff the zoo!
Narwhals and octopi, quite a few quail
red crested robins and seventeen snails
all kind of tigers, don’t care where they’re born
If they were real, I’d stuff unicorns!
Vultures and worms, xantus and yak and a zebra, and we’re almost done!
I’ve stuffed and stuffed everything on this planet but one!
It has to be Peruvian
I need a bear (peruvian)
Nothing else compares (peruvian)
Say goodbye, peru (peruvian)
I’ll send it to oblivion!
Where my father failed (Millicent)
I will prevail (She’s brilliant)
And once that bear is mine
I’ll be the best explorer of all time (ah, ah, time)
Pretty little dead bear (ah ah)
Nowhere you can hide (ah ah)
I’ll make it an exhibit, but first i need to kill it, then fill it (ah ah)
Up with formaldehyde
’til it’s a pretty little dead bear (ah)
What it was born to be (ah)
’cause no one loves a pretty little dead thing
No one loves a pretty little dead thing
No one loves a
Pretty (pretty) Little (little)
Dead thing more than Me!