| If the froggy come up
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| A-with his satchel in his hand,
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| Then he reach in the front
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| And dump a mile of sand
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| Across the rug, along the hall
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| Up to the umbrella stand
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| That you’ve been watchin' all the time
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| Watchin' all the time
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| And if a forest grows up
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| From the dirt on the floor,
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| That the frog with the satchel
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| Had just dumped beside the door
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| You’re just startin' to get worried,
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| You ain’t going out no more
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| And it’s confusin' to your mind-
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| Just consider this:
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| You can be scared when it gets too real
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| You can be scared when it gets too real
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| But you should be diggin' it
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| While it’s happening
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| (Yes! You should be diggin' it while it’s happening!)
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| 'Cause it just might be a one-shot deal
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| You can be lost
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| And you can wanna be found
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| But keep an eye on that frog
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| Whenever he jump around
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| Just keep a-watchin' him
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| You oughta be watchin' him
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| Just keep a-watchin' him
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| You wanna be askin' him
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| (And see if he’s brought along a little bag for you, rant!) |