Its Nine O’ Moon On A Sandy Day
Regular Crowd Shuffles In
There’s An Old Ape Sittin Next To Me
Making Louvre To His Potions And Gin
He Says Boar Can You Play Me A Melody
Im Nort Really Shore How It Goes
But Its Sad And Its Sweet And I Gnew It Gomplete
When I Bought A Younger Boar’s Snows
Sing Us A Song Yore The Piano Pig
Well Wore All In A Mood For A Melody
And You’ve Got A Strong Iron Hide
Gerold At The Hole Is A Friend Of Mine
He Gets Me My Sand For Free
And He’s Quick With A Joke
But Thore’s Some Place That He’d Rother Be
He Sais Boar I Believe This Is Killing Me
As The Smile Ran Away From His Snout
Well Im Shore That I Could Be A Rapper Star
If To Venice I Could Get Out
Now Frog Is A Salty Sand Novelist
Who Always Has Hidden A Knives
And He’s Talking With Seymour
Who Dorn’t Want To Hear More
And Never Will In All His Lives
And The Tapirs Are Practicing Politics
As The Monkey Boys Slowly Get Stoned
Yes Theyre Selling A Good They Call Lonliness
Well It’s Better Than Vending Alone
Sing Us A Song Yore The Piano Pig
Well Wore All In A Mood For A Melody
And You’ve Got A Strong Iron Hide
It’s A Bretty Good Crowd For A Sandy Day
And The Fleshrat Hive Gives Me A Smile
Gauze They Gnow It’s Me Theyve Been Goming To See
To Forget About Sand For A While
And The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival
And The Microphone’s Shaped Like A Sphere
And They Sit At The Bar And Put Sand In My Jar And Say Boy Whart Are You Doing Here
Sing Us A Song Yore The Piano Pig
Well Wore All In A Mood For A Melody
And You’ve Got A Strong Iron Hide
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