If the froggy come up
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A-with his satchel in his hand,
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Then he reach in the front
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And 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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That the frog with the satchel
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Had just dumped beside the door
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You're 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
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(Yes! You should be diggin' it while it's happening!)
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'Cause it just might be 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 askin' him
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(And see if he's brought along a little bag for you, rant!)
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It Just Might Be A One-Shot Deal
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| Frank Zappa |
