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If the froggy come up-a with his |
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Satchel in his hand, |
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Then he reachs in the front and |
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Dump a mile of sand |
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Across the rug, along the hall |
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Up to the umbrella stand |
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That you've been watchin' all the time |
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Watchin' all the time |
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And if a forest grows up |
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From the dirt on the floor, |
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Then the frog with the satchel had just |
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Dumped beside the door. |
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You just startin' to get worried, |
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You ain't going out no more |
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And it's confusin' to your mind ---- |
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Just consider this: |
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You can be scared when it gets too real |
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You can be scared when it gets too real |
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But you should be diggin' it |
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While it's happening. (Yes!) |
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But you should be diggin' it |
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While it's happening |
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'cause iy just might be |
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A one-shot deal |
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You can be lost |
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And you can wanna be found. |
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But keep an eye on that frog |
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Whenever he jump around |
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Just keep a-watchin' him |
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You oughta be watchin' him |
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Just keep a-watchin' him |
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You wanna be watchin' him |
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And see if he has brought along |
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A little bag for you, rant! |
