Toader and the Gang
By Walter Burns
Toader Down the middlemost middle the road Hops Harriet the hideous toad She gave up her cushy ole pad She's half 'cross the street, she's glad Squished by a heavy duty loader A game for frogs; nobody toader Un-pack-man He does the unpacking himself Loads the closets; fills the shelf He's in search of Miss. Un-Pack-Man His Web friend is BRB man. Unpackman eats his opressors Then he unpacks the triple dressers Face Invaders Zit Zit Zit Zit Why won't they ever quit Kill them but they'll be back again Zit Zit Zit Zit How can you ever win? Scent-o-Weed The mushrooms keep changing hues I shoot them down as I choose But here comes the scent-o-weed One sniff baby's all I need The scent-o-weed it has got me Look how much a quarter's bought me Wrong! Back and forth, back and forth We like to shout, "Hey you're wrong!" Back and forth, back and forth We can't keep this up for long Wrong's where it started indeed Two paddles are what we need! Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 02:26 AM PST 0 • 14
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