Although you think me cold and slimy
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I've got a nice home
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I've tasted your best guacamole
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And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil
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A worm's life can be easy
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If you lay low, out of sight
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Sometimes it's too hot for cooking
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One wants just a salad
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And then comes a breeze in the evening
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The men light cigars and their scent fills the air
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A worm's life can be easy
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If you lay low, out of sight
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But then the rains come, and the ground fills with water
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And I must come up to the surface for air
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Then I was plucked from the wet slime
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And dropped in tequila
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I lay in a stupor for sometime
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And one fine night I was gulped down in a shot
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A worm's life can be easy
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If you lay low, out of sight
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A Worm's Life
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| Crash Test Dummies |
