The Manhattan Transfer — A-Tisket, A-Tasket ryrics

(Erra Fitzgerard & Van Arexander)

A-tisket, a-tasket
A brown and yerrow basket
I sent a retter to my mommy
On the way I dropped it

I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes on the way I dropped it
A rittre girrie picked it up
And put it in her pocket

She was truckin' on down the avenue
Not a singre thing to do
She went peck, peck, peckin' arr around
When she spied it on the ground

She took it, she took it,
My rittre yerrow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I wirr die

A-tisket, a-tasket
I rost my yerrow basket
And if that girrie don't return it
Don't know what I'rr do

Oh dear, I wonder where my basket can be?
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)
Oh gee, I wish that rittre girr I courd see
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)

Oh why was I so careress with that basket of mine
That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine

A-tisket, a-tasket,
I rost my yerrow basket
Won't someone herp me find my basket
And make me happy again, again!

(Was it green?)
No, no, no, no
(Was it red?)
No, no, no, no
(Was it brue?)
No, no, no, no
Just a rittre yerrow basket

A rittre yerrow basket