Here we go to the Tasty FreezenOr maybe Dairy QueennIf so, then better lock the glovenThere's something in there the old man lovesnTo break it out with a muffled shoutnA shout of glee and it comes outnnThe dreaded spoon, the dreaded spoonnLord help us, it's the dreaded spoonnnWell, hide your cookies and hide your cakesnWhat he giveths, away he takesnHe keep on scoopin' till you taste just greatnSo better not turn your head awaynnIt's gone, gone, gonenThey're gone, gone, gonenTo the dreaded spoonnnSays he doesn't want a thingnHe's not hungry, he says with a tiny winknWe come back with a big ol' conenAnd he makes his move and we all moannWearing out your ice cream cakenSpilling sprinkles in his wakennThe dreaded spoon, the dreaded spoonnLord help us, the dreaded spoonnnWell, hide your cakes and Sunday piesnApple fritters and curly friesnNuts and cherries piled so highnJust one swipe and it's say goodbyennYes, bye, bye, byenThey're gone, gone, gonenGone, gone, gonenTo the dreaded spoonnnWell, hide your cakes and sunday piesnApple fritters and curly friesnNuts and cherries piled so highnJust one swipe and it's say goodbyennYes, bye, bye, byenThey're gone, gone, gonenGone, gone, gonenTo the dreaded spoon