There was a man named Mr. Jello
He worked all day and night
Spendin’ time with shady fellows
Some mellow some uptight
When the job comes to a close
He leaves without a sound
Some wonder where he goes
To the house, or a night on the town?

Behind a sea of trees
Is a place where Jello dwells
He mixes up a spice and tea
In the darkest room of his shell
As he squints through his windowpane
Making sure the path is clear
He rides away in a red bubble plane
To terrorize the night standing still

Watch out for the medicine man
He’s got a grin that you can’t miss
He’ll inject your soul with some rock n’ roll
When the job is done he’ll leave you in a hole.