Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few holes in a tree to see If a redwood's really red And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim To peck a few holes in your head Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Makes the other woodpeckers swoon Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense And the lady woodpeckers long for Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho That's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Woody Woodpecker's serenade Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho On the woodpecker hit parade Though he can't sing a note, there's a frog in his throat All his top notes come out blurred He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice He gives all his rivals the bird Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho He'll be settlin' down some day Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho He'll be hearin' the preacher say For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wife And the choir will sing along with Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho The Woody Woodpecker song