| There was a little raccoon on the side of the road
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| When I drove to work one day
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| He was sleepin’there as peaceful as can be So I blew my horn to wake him up and get
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| him out of the way
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| But that little raccoon paid no attention to me Well the next day on my way to work,
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| much to my surprise
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| That little raccoon was sleeping in the same spot
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| So I blew my horn again but he didn’t
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| pay me no mind
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| And I thought to myself boy he sure sleeps a lot
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| On the third day I drove by and he was
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| sleeping there again
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| But I noticed that that little raccoon had
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| grown a lot
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| He was lying in the sun with a funny little grin
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| He must be eatin’pretty well I thought
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| On the fourth day I drove by but that little
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| 'coon didn’t look right
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| He was the size of a little piggy, and
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| his skin looked kind of tight
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| There was real awful smell, it was
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| enough to curl your hair
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| And I wondered how he could keep sleepin’with
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| that stench permeating the air
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| On the fifth day I drove by and again
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| to my surprise
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| That little raccoon was sleeping there all
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| covered up with flies
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| I stopped my car and I yelled out,
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| wake up you sleepyhead!
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| And then it hit me — he wasn’t sleeping at all
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| That poor little bugger was dead
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| Poor little raccoon I guess he’s had it Now he’s a nursery for 10,000 little maggots
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| Poor little raccoon pushin’up daisies
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| And all this time I thought he was just lazy. |