Larry: Hey gang. Normally this would be the time when the narrator
would come out and say, "And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry,
the part of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song."
But, I've been thinkin', and talking with the guys.
Mr. Lunt: And we've decided it's time to broaden our scope, artistically.
Jimmy: Yeah, we're artists!
Junior: Word up!
*camera shutter clicks*
Larry: There's a time to be silly, and a time to be serious.
Mr. Lunt: A time to open up your heart...
Jimmy: ... and show how you feel, arttistically!
*camera shutter clicks*
Mr. Lunt: Because we all have something to share!

*slow pop music starts*
Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny
Mr. Lunt: Baby that I'm the one whose love is no surprise
Boyz: And he can't tell you no lie
Mr. Lunt: But there's a secret I've been hidin' I can't keep it no more
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Chorus:
Boyz: He needs to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a bellybutton
Oh I need to tell you something
Boyz: Have you figure it out
He don't got a bellybutton
Boyz: Bellybutton no, oh no no

Mr. Lunt: Baby please don't squeal, just tell me how you feel
Boyz: ‘Cause his love is for real
Mr. Lunt: And if you went away, my heart would never heal
Boyz: So to you he appeals
Mr. Lunt: There's something missing in my middle and it's hard to ignore
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Chorus

Khalil: Bellybutton!
Boyz: Uh, uh
Khalil: Bellybutton!
Boyz: Uh, uh
Khalil: You say your bellybutton's missing, there's no reason for alarm
It's a common thing for gourds, it won't do you any harm
You're technically a fruit and with that much being said;
Your umbilical equivocal is up there on your head!
You could opt for a prosthetic but of course you'd have to know
It'd be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO
Khalil: Bellybutton!
Boyz: Uh, uh
Khalil: Bellybutton
Boyz: Uh, uh

Mr. Lunt: a stylish something absent from my midriff's décor
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Boyz: He need to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a belly button
Oh I need to tell you something
Boyz: Have you figure it out
He don't got a belly button
Boyz: Belly button no, oh no no
Lunt and Boyz: No belly button!

Lunt: Do I at least get a lolly-pop?