She's a cranky old critter She's bitter, we warn ya She lurks in a tree house In Burbank, California Along with a nephew He says spew, he's cheerful
Smashed stars And old fruit jars The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred Under the cover The protein summer Givin' a number In a weighed out
Earl the christmas squirrel works form dawn till dusk, Scurrying all around the world collecting christmas nuts, Walnuts, chestnuts, hazlenuts, peanuts
Got a brand new dance that I'm nuts about (A new dance that she's nuts about) Well, first you suck your cheeks in Then ya puff 'em out (Suck in your
hey baby you don't know me feel me by you hold me now not the way i wanted you made me lose my mind i often wonder while i'm crying that place always
Well when I was kid I'd take a trip Every summer down to Mississippi To visit my granny in her ante bellum world I'd run barefooted all day long Climbing
Be very very quiet, we are huntin' somethin' Me and Harold Muffert were outdoors men Set in our backwoods ways Both members of the huntin' club Both
Mama go make my bed Tuck in the absurd These confessions are mine But I?ll claim not a word It?s a restless parade that passes me by And through the
(talking) My name is foamy and I have a complaint I'm dealing with people that haven't a brain From pill-popping pals To purple haired freaks I'm sick
Hey, I just wrote a song About something that's wrong And it starts with your a** 'Cause its blowing up fast Well, I'm surprised you can fit in this room
(talking) You may see other squirrels I am the greatest squirrel of all They all clutter up your T.V. I am the greatest squirrel of all Believe in the
[Talking] Here's a message to those who don't like me, You can all just bite me I don't care what you say or think You walk around like your shit don
(talking) All over the world I am seen As the perfect squirrel Can't you see What I see You're blinded with stupidity Yes it's true I can see right through
This is the story of a squirrel Whom God Preserved when he drowned the whole world And while things looked so dark and Noah's Ark Was absolutely flooded
What an agent, what a squirrel He's got the country in a whirl. What's his name? Shhh...Secret Squirrel. He's got tricks, up his sleeve, Most bad
Squirrels, All we really are is Squirrels, We're being hunted we are Squirrels, We are appealing we are Squirrels, We want to gather nuts, But, people
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The squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan And the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land And the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks
