I don’t think Stephen King’s so scary.
And I think that his back is too hairy
And his glass frames are dorky
For a guy who’s not porky
And he whistles like a zombie canary.
Last Monday I saw a black squirrel
Last Monday I saw a black squirrel
Stand upright, a large acorn to hurl
Last Monday I saw a black squirrel
Stand upright, a large acorn to hurl
But a gray jumped his back,
Last Monday I saw a black squirrel
Stand upright, a large acorn to hurl
But a gray jumped his back,
What a vicious attack!
Last Monday I saw a black squirrel
Stand upright, a large acorn to hurl
But a gray jumped his back,
What a vicious attack!
He went right for his nuts in a whirl!
A young vixen relaxed in her bath
A young vixen relaxed in her bath,
Unaware of the snake on the path.
A young vixen relaxed in her bath,
Unaware of the snake on the path.
The serpent slid up
A young vixen relaxed in her bath,
Unaware of the snake on the path.
The serpent slid up
The pipe for a sup,
A young vixen relaxed in her bath,
Unaware of the snake on the path.
The serpent slid up
The pipe for a sup,
And the vixen felt the snake’s wrath!
I was left standing at the altar
I was left standing at the altar.
It’s sad, but my groom was a bolter.
I was left standing at the altar.
It’s sad, but my groom was a bolter.
It sure was a pity,
I was left standing at the altar.
It’s sad, but my groom was a bolter.
It sure was a pity,
I couldn’t be Mrs Mitty,
I was left standing at the altar.
It’s sad, but my groom was a bolter.
It sure was a pity,
I couldn’t be Mrs Mitty,
'Cause his cock was like the Rock of Gibralter.
The doctor said he had some bad news
The doctor said he had some bad news.
“You must be careful which lion you choose”.
The doctor said he had some bad news.
“You must be careful which lion you choose”.
Drugs will cure your ills
The doctor said he had some bad news.
"You must be careful which lion you choose.
Drugs will cure your ills,
But head for the hills,
The doctor said he had some bad news.
“You must be careful which lion you choose.
Drugs will cure your ills,
But head for the hills
If you’re caught big-game hunting near zoos”.
There was a mad bomber in Riyadh,
There was a mad bomber in Riyadh,
Who decided to wear suits of plaid,
There was a mad bomber in Riyadh,
Who decided to wear suits of plaid
With bombs in the pockets
There was a mad bomber in Riyadh,
Who decided to wear suits of plaid
With bombs in the pockets
And a cache of rockets