Lyrics:
long with a grin on his face
He said, ?Boys you had better not try
Kissin' 'em girls 'cause I won't stand by?
Uncle Toad sittin' by the wrought iron
myself a farm way out in the country
Spent time in the hayloft with the mice and the bunnies
Spent time in the country
Yes it's good livin'
old
He might as well pack his things
And get his dead ass on the road
Tell him you live on a lily pad
With a horny toad, whoa, yeah!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
Ha ha, ha ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Time I tried to get a better, better half
Poor fool, he doesn't
can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
The blues, ah, ah
So
myself a farm way out in the country
Spent time in the hayloft with the mice and the bunnies
Spent time in the country
Yes it's good livin on the farm
stirred huge cauldrons
With toads and henbane and...
Spiderdust, spiderdust!
Hotchpotch for haunted lusts
Spiderdust, spiderdust!
Hotchpotch for
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
Toads on tape
Hopping around
Toads
ya, plus you wear a diaper
Bet you poop your pants every time you get hyper
I'll always bring the pages with a lighter (no!)
Toad is the best, you
can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
The blues, ah, ah
So
the sheriff an' have us put into jail for the rest of our natural-born lives with nothin' to eat but bread an' water so we'd starve.
But time passes by real
a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow, green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he
Seen the bull frog and the toad, shakin' it, breakin' it with the load.
The load got heavy and the toad eased out, you should've seen the way that
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she
time
Toad in the hole well there’s no escape
A Toad in the hole but got to make a break
Toad in the hole the ovens getting hot
Toad in
a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow, green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if we
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My house is made of flowers
The warm winds carpet the floor
Whenever there's spring showers
I open the rainbow door
The frog, the toad
Zack Junior
Gears in tact with the black Supra's
Knife in the gun fight, trying to stab Rugers
Nigga your time is comin'
Fuck with me and your time
and take a ride
Together upon the open road
C'mon, Maxie! Ah-yuk!
All in all, I'd rather have detention
All in all, I'd rather eat a toad
Yuck!
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