Lyric My Baby Elf

I asked my baby, my baby elf
a couple questions about myself.
If I was handsome, if I was nice.
I was lookin for her advice.
She looked at me and shook her head, and this is what she said:
[yelling in elvish]

She yelled so loud, she hurt my ears.
My eyes they welled up, all full of tears!
But I don t mind none, cuz she s my elf
My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!

When I go walkin all by myself
I busy thinkin about my elf.
I keep her picture up on my shelf.
I m always dreaimin about my elf.
I won t forget the way that she
says those words to me.
[screaming in elvish]

Don t know exactly what she said,
just know it kinda hurts my head.
I ll take an asprin, cuz she s my elf.
My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf!

Leg-o-lamb: Wait a minute! You re not a real elf! You re an elvish impersonator!
You sicken oh deceitful one!
Ear-a-corn: Oh, give the gourd a bow and arrow and he s a real elf!