| The frog in the window will sing for you
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| The frog in the window will smile for you
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| With his straw hat and his cane
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| And you know that you will not be the same
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| 'Cause the frog in the window will dance for you
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| He’ll tap out the rhythm in bright red shoes
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| And if you ask why this is done he’ll say
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| You’re only old when you will not be young
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| And the frog in the window will answer you
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| The questions you bring in a cup to view
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| And if his answer is not the best
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| It’s so much better than all of the rest
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| But you say there are so many things to be done
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| And he says right back that there’s really just one
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| 'Cause you’re talking of death and he puffs
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| Just being born is problem enough
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| And the frog in the window will cry for you
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| If you’re not busy dying he’ll pray for you
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| Glass beads in his hand
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| But you just stand there 'cause you don’t understand |