Oompa loompa

When the moon hits the sky I’m a little unwell ‘cause the truth is a lie that nobody can tell every kid on the block talks in riddles and prose when we dance ‘till we drop-drop-drop,they say every things perfect here and the sun is shining,hey,hey everything’s perfect here there’s no body crying Oompa Loompa, doompa-de-doo I got a bad feeling ‘bout you Oompa Loompa,I don’t know dude I got a bad feeling ‘bout you bad feeling bad feeling I got a bad feeling about you bad feeling.