There's a mouse starin' out of the window
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His car is trapped in the snow
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He's planning a family vacation
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But he just can't go
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Around the next corner's a red bird
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His feathers are trapped in a sling
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He's passed by some gunslinging parrot
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Who's jealous he ain't got no grin
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There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
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Or rattle around in a cage
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The sacrificed child's made bubbles
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And spittle is everywhere enraged
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In a hot sand or in a my feet
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They're blistered and caked with debris
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Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
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While angry piddles with glee
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There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
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He's sending them off to himself
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He gets them a couple days later
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Who put them along his top shelf
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If you get tired of shavings
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And carve up a good hunk of wood
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Remembering to check on the sausage
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He's got cooking somewhere look good
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Gumbo
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| Santana |
