Mr. Bonkers in the shade
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Under a rock he starts his day
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Not moving much with
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Not too much to say
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Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life
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No motor car no house no wife
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It's cold, he thinks
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As he washes up in the sink
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While the spiders go bananas
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He slips into his new pajamas
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And waits to be king
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Mr. Bonkers the silent one,
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Thinks of times when he was young
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He could run so fast
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He could win the prize
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He tried and tried
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To dial correctly,
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But the President's number's
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Not listed in the directory...
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Directory....
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Directory......
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Look inside the door
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You'll never hear him snore
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Not a lot to do
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But sit and stare at you
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Something you should know
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Before you say "Hello"
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Motionless like lead
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He sits, he must be dead!
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But wait! He's's alive.
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He's alive! He's alive!
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Chomping on the bits
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Of crickets in his mitts
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In the dark he's lost
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Oh my gosh it's lost!
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In black light he's great
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His legs, they number eight
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He must have got his paws
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From his Grandpapa
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Holding, Crushing bait
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Under pincers weight
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But the one thing unforgetable,
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Don't forget the mandible. . .
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No probascis here!
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It's Mr. Bonkers' year!
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He's sick sick sick
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With the bicycle kick
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You can't see his eyes or ears
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Can you see him tonight?!
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Under the hot rock light!
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Can you see him tonight?!
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Woah yeah, yeah
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Under the hot rock light!
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Woah yeah yeah
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Woah yeah yeah
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Woah yeah yeah
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Woah yeah yeah
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Woah yeah yeah
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Woah yeah yeah
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The Ballad Of Mr. Bonkers
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| The Aquabats |
