Tired Hiker
Such a cool word, let alone a cool animal, isn't it???
Now I make a Rock Song.
LIZARD, by tired hiker:
Oh salty lizard,
crawling through a rock.
Oh sneaky lizard,
with a huge fat piece of chalk.
Scrawling a shape
on the side walk,
let's play some of that,
WORD, hop-scotch!
Oh, little lizard,
with fangs sticking out.
Little little lizard,
watch out for the brown trout poking out!
WORD!!!! (Guitar Solo!)
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Oh little lizard,
with a gun in your hand.
Oh little reptile,
retire to the forbiddon land! Make some noise!!!
(drums and hard guitar fade out)
Now I make a Rock Song.
LIZARD, by tired hiker:
Oh salty lizard,
crawling through a rock.
Oh sneaky lizard,
with a huge fat piece of chalk.
Scrawling a shape
on the side walk,
let's play some of that,
WORD, hop-scotch!
Oh, little lizard,
with fangs sticking out.
Little little lizard,
watch out for the brown trout poking out!
WORD!!!! (Guitar Solo!)
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Oh little lizard,
with a gun in your hand.
Oh little reptile,
retire to the forbiddon land! Make some noise!!!
(drums and hard guitar fade out)