A lit tle bun ny in the (Bm)mead ow

is nib bling grass with out a (F#m)care.

He’s so de light ful as he hops for you.

You say, “Hi, Bun ny,” and he stops for you.

You pull your trig ger and he (F#m)drops for you.

(G)Good bye, Bun ny boo; (C#7)hel lo, rab bit stew!

Get me, boys?

You tell ’em, boss!

Don’t be the (Bm)bun ny.

Don’t be the (Bm)stew.

Don’t be the (G)din ner.

You’ve got (Em7)bet ter things to (C#7)do.

It ain’t no (Bm)joke.

That’s why it’s (Bm)fun ny!

So take your (G)cue: don’t be the bun ny.

Don’t be the (F#m)bun ny!

A lit tle bun ny at a (Bm)toll booth.

He needs a mea sly fif ty (F#m)cents.

Our lit tle bun ny did n’t plan a head.

Poor bun ny sim ply does n’t have the bread!

He begs for mer cy, but gets (F#m)jail in stead.

Has sen (G)pfef fer’s in the air as the (C#7)bun ny gets the chair!

(CN.C.)See the mo ral, peo ple?

Clear as day, boss!

Don’t be the (Bm)bun ny.

Don’t be the (Bm)dope.

Don’t be the (G)lo ser.

You’re much (Em7)bet ter than that, Hope!

You’re born to (Bm)pow’r.

You’re in the (Bm)mon ey!

Ad vice to (G)you, in re: the bun ny, don’t be the (F#m)bun ny!

A lit tle bun ny in a (Bm)shoe box.

He thinks he’s found a brand new (F#m)home.

So snug and co zy on your clo set floor,

and then you o pen up your clo set door.

Now what’s that bun ny in my (F#m)clo set for?

With a (G)mal let and some clip pers, you find (C#7)out: new bun ny slip pers!

(CN.C.)Grasp the mes sage, staff?

Right be hind you, boss!

Don’t be the (Bm)bun ny!

Don’t be the (Bm)shoe!

You don’t get (G)stepped on.

No, the (Em7)one who steps is you!

You’re step ping (Bm)up to where it’s (Bm)sun ny!

Step on the (G)poor!

Don’t be the bun ny!

Don’t be the (F#m)bun ny!

Wah, wah, wah, wah, (F#m6/9)wah!