They come from everywhere
They're in your pants
And they are looking for
Their little piece of cake
Yeah, there's one in every crowd
Who doesn't want to shut his mouth
But he better get his butt
Out of the way...
They push and pull and stick you
Then they knock you down and lick you
When you turn your back
They catch you by the tail...
If your perfect plan's a bungle
It's the law in every jungle
If they ask you, just say you don't inhale......
now I see the gates of Heaven
Hear the angels sing
They're calling me..
They give to me
But I lose the key..
runnin' out of time..
Written by: JEFF JONES, STEPHEN BISHOP
Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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