Earl the christmas squirrel works form dawn till dusk, Scurrying all around the world collecting christmas nuts, Walnuts, chestnuts, hazlenuts, peanuts
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
(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
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
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1 lie 2 lies 3 lies 4 lies 5 lies Flying in formation now the word is out 6 lies 7 lies 8 lies 9 lies 10 lies Bouncing out of the sun two hands on Sail
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Yo little squirrel how you doin' now? you been out all night man! now come on! go in your tree! you eatin' all those
There are squirrels in my pants There are squirrels in my pants Tell me, what's making you jump like that? S-I-M-P, squirrels in my pants Ain't got no
All our dreams left behind, in letters drawn out in lines. (As I lay here now) Here at the gates, here on the floor. Where I live, you?ll find it while
Well it's the end of the working week and I'm rushing back home quick I'm starving I'm fair klempt tha knows I could eat a butter brick I need stodgy
