What a drag, oh, what a bore
There's nothing left to do but chores
A fine day has yet to begin
Already I feel grim
Just how shall I strategize
The plan to escape my demise
When everybody is asleep
Out my door I shall creep
And so our tale begins
The night's a-waiting
The clock's a-ticking
Come on wasting time's a sin
And one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yes, one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Seven, eight, seven, eight
Oh, oh
I want to scream, I want to prance
And I can dance a silly dance
Putting bugs in people's soups
Yes, that is what I do!
I swish and slash and I attack
I've pulled some nasty pranks with tacks
Laughed at children 'til I shrieked!
Those squishy little squeaks!
There's nothing left to do but chores
A fine day has yet to begin
Already I feel grim
Just how shall I strategize
The plan to escape my demise
When everybody is asleep
Out my door I shall creep
And so our tale begins
The night's a-waiting
The clock's a-ticking
Come on wasting time's a sin
And one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yes, one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Seven, eight, seven, eight
Oh, oh
I want to scream, I want to prance
And I can dance a silly dance
Putting bugs in people's soups
Yes, that is what I do!
I swish and slash and I attack
I've pulled some nasty pranks with tacks
Laughed at children 'til I shrieked!
Those squishy little squeaks!
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