Itched Guy:
He’s a ten legged flea
He’s not an insect
He can use his legs to itch
What do you expect?

Nance:
I’m Nance and I am itchin’ on my nose
And my tummy and on my toes
I’ll do the itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance
Scratch wherever the itchy flea goes
I’ll do the itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance
’Til I’ve shaken him right out of my clothes

Itchy Flea:
I’ve jumped off my friend Nance
Now I’ve got the chance
To jump onto her friend Lance
Make him do the itchy dance

Itched Guy:
He’s a ten legged flea
He’s not an insect
He can use his legs to itch
What do you expect?

Lance:
I’m Lance and I am itchin’ on my nose
And my tummy and on my toes
I’ll do the itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance
Scratch wherever the itchy flea goes
I’ll do the itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance
’Til I’ve shaken him right out of my clothes

Itchy Flea:
I’ve jumped off my friend Lance
Now I’ve got the chance
To jump onto his best friend Prance
Make him do the itchy dance

Itched Guy:
He’s a ten legged flea
He’s not an insect
He can use his legs to itch
What do you expect?

Prance:
Rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff
Rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff
(itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance)
Rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff
(itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy dance)
Rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff, rufff

Itchy Flea:
I’ve jumped off my best friend Prance
Now I’ve got the chance
To jump back into the plants
And forget the itchy dance

Prance:
Rufff!