Manager Crinkleberry's Song

All of this started at as a honest wager between the manager and his nephew, Crockle. I mean he does have a certain musical sense, though like everything else in Crinkleberry's retinue, there was bound to be some sort of perverse dereliction. Cruising around one day, just takin' pop shots, Crockle blasted his favorite Chiblet music, which is not even worth talking about---I mean, unless you're into screwy rhythms, and backward tapes, demented poetry, so Crinkleberry was feeling frisky and looked so stupid smiling that Crockle called his bluff: "So what are you thinking about Huh?" "Oh, nothing but that music you got on sucks so bad, I could definitely write a better song than that."

Crockle contained his anger and stuttered: "OK let's hear it then big Fella!"

OK the rhythm starts out like budoom doom doobydoo:
And the old man began to sing:
A Bobby Bob Bob
and a Bibby bib bib
a racky tack toodle
and a rocky tock twackle.

"Whoa dude, immensely cool!" Crockle loved that song, it wasn't so much the song but the way the Manager sang,