Late one night, when I woke up
A hazy moon shining in the night
My nostrils flared,
my eyes teared up
and I knew that
something wasn't right

An awful smell, a rotten whiff
A putrescence assaulted my nose
I smelled my sheets,
and my brother Pete
My socks, PJ's, and clothes

Moldy mango tango 
You seem to have noxious intent
For I know among us
Is dwelling a fungus
Emitting an unholy scent

And there it was, covered with mold
Blue and hairy, and not quite dead
It must have been 97 years old
A mango rotting under my bed

Moldy mango tango,
You with the putrid smell
I've got this feeling
That it's penicilin
That's clearing my nostrils so well

Moldy mango tango 
You seem to have noxious intent
For I know among us
Is dwelling a fungus
Emitting an unholy scent

For I know among us
Is dwelling a fungus
Emitting an unholy scent