| He lives under the banyon tree
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| When I’m in trouble, he helps me
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| I hear him creep
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| Through the leaves at night
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| His flesh is pink
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| But his fur is bright snow white!
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| No meat! |
| No bread!
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| Get inside his little head
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| (Cuz he’s the) Possum of the Grotto
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| Possum of the Grotto
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| Alkilize or die
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| Don’t complain about humidity
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| If the yard is damp
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| That’s where i’ll be
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| Don’t be racist against this albino
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| I have kissed his lips
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| And seen his red eyes shine, oh!
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| No meat, no bread!
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| Get inside his little head
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| Possum of the Grotto
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| Prophet of Vibrato
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| Alkilize or die!
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| Cheek to cheek. |
| Don’t be shy
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| Alkilize or die!
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| Beast to beast. |
| Eye to eye |