Gettin' Giggity Wit It Songtext

(Verse 1: Quagmire:)
Howdy girls, this is Glen Quagmire, jet plane flier.
Conspire, acquire, desire, perspire, grab my clothes and fly.
Toots, goodbye! Neighbor of a Family Guy. (All right!)
Now doll don't treat me like I'm some Greased Up Deaf Guy.
I'm spendin' all my life slammin', bammin', thank you ma'amin'.
Quagmire's bangin' any chick that moves, and even some that aren't.
So dance to the beat, while I stare and glance at your feet. Fetish romance discreet.
Liquor and booze, and then we'll break into zoos, and find penguins.
Who's wife I want? Peter Griffin's.
Hit the bar with Cleveland and Joe the cripple.
They drink beer, I'll have a buttery nipple.
See any skank and I'll hit it.
Joe: ALL RIIIIGHT!
Cleveland: We get the point.
Big Peter styles all in it.
Peter: Hahahahahaha...
Getting' Giggity wit it!

(Chorus 1)
Quagmire: Giggity giggty giggity!
Peter: Getting' Giggity wit it!.
Quagmire: Heh-heh, all right!... Getting' Giggity wit it!... Giggity giggity goo!
Peter: Getting' Giggity wit it!
Quagmire: Hey Peter, you want to take a verse?
Peter: Sure, thanks Glen!

(Verse 2: Peter:)
TV shows return from the dead?
Those execs better learn and bring back “Herman's Head”.
Clucka punch! clucka punch!
Giant chicken fought me 'cross Rhode Island to the sea, til he hurt my knee. (Sss! Aah!)
Much love for the boob-tube.
Turned my brain into pop culture stew.
Makes me confused and I don't know what to do,
Like the time when the Black Eyed Peas were on Doctor Who!
(Instantly cut to a parody of the chorus of “Let's Get It Started” by the Black Eyed Peas:)
Let's get the TARDIS, ha!
Let's get the TARDIS in here!
Let's get the TARDIS, ha!
Let's get the TARDIS in here!
(Cut back to the song right where we left off:)
You see what I mean? It's another random joke cut scene!
Screw the narrative. It's imperative that I drink beer.
Take of my clothes and show my fat rear to Mayor West 'cause the Bat can't stop it! Zat right Chris?
Chris: There's an evil monkey in my closet!
Down in Quahog, you just can't beat all the things that make us-
Stewie: Laugh and cry!
Freakin' sweet! Getting' Giggity wit it!

(Chorus 2)
Quagmire: Getting' Giggity wit it!
Peter: Getting' Giggity wit it!.
Quagmire: Getting' Giggity wit it!

(Over Chorus 2, Stewie and Brian have a conversation:)
Stewie: So, Brian let me see if I understand this.
Brian: Yeah?
Stewie: The words 'jiggy' and 'giggity' sound alike, and that's the entire premise of this piece?
Brian: Yeah, I suppose.
Stewie: Well the whole thing is bloody ridiculous!
Brian: We've done more pointless things on our show.
Stewie: Not by much, dog. Well I suppose I'd better bring it on home, as they say on Broadway.
Brian: You would know.
Stewie: SILENCE MUTT!!!

(Verse 3: Stewie:)
Reincarnation of Dr. Zachary Smith.
Who's the kid with the gun? Who else? Stu Griff!
Mom gave me life, should've taken a miss.
A ticking time bomb from her uterus. Surely won't arouse her.
Pick on Brian the uptight schnauzer
Since I came out like Doogie Hauser.
Lois should have used the pill, now I'm getting' ill.
Would you like to babysit a rugrat that's born to kill?
Never see me relax and chill.
I'd rather send Mom some love, goodwill, and a daffodil!
Psyche! Joshin'. I sent her small pox.
You are watching Fox. Same network as American Idol
Brings you an infant that's matricidial.
Crib's where I'm planning my next deadly ruse.
Lois: Time for a diaper change!
What the deuce?!?! Gaaah!...
Quagmire: Getting' Giggity wit it!

(Chorus 3:)
Peter: Getting' Giggity wit it!
Quagmire: Getting' Giggity wit it!
Peter: Getting' Giggity wit it!

(Over Chorus 3, Stewie is heard yelling at Lois:)
Stewie: ...Unhand me vile woman! I was about to finish my verse!
How dare you strip me naked in front of all these people!
This humiliation is abuse I tell you! I'll report you to the- GAAH!
Those wipes are cold! Ah, eh, well the powder there isn't so bad.
It's quite nice actually.

Quagmire: Heh-heh, all right! Giggity giggity, giggity goo!

Stewie: By the way did you notice we never mentioned Meg? Yeah, that was intentional.