I rise in the morning on life's bleary shore,
My vestements still wet from the evening before
And fully expect yet another downpour
Refrain:
With a hup-to, hop-to, give me all your money,
Clip-clop, button-pop, don't you think I'm funny,
Pitter-patter, cleaver-splatter give the mouse a nut,
And put a dab of powder on the old man's butt.
Red sky in the morning, the sailors all cringe,
I stare at it dully from under my fringe,
And gingerly step to avoid a syringe.
Refrain
The Fun Forest's littered with signs of good cheer,
With end-caps from crackers and top-caps from beer,
Two-thousand and nine, I will not spend it here!
Refrain
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