| Mr. Bonkers in the shade
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| Under a rock he starts his day
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| Not moving much with
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| Not too much to say
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| Mr. Bonkers leads a simple life
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| No motor car no house no wife
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| It’s cold, he thinks
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| As he washes up in the sink
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| While the spiders go bananas
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| He slips into his new pajamas
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| And waits to be king
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| Mr. Bonkers the silent one,
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| Thinks of times when he was young
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| He could run so fast
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| He could win the prize
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| He tried and tried
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| To dial correctly,
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| But the President’s number’s
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| Not listed in the directory…
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| Directory…
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| Directory…
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| Look inside the door
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| You’ll never hear him snore
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| Not a lot to do
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| But sit and stare at you
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| Something you should know
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| Before you say «Hello»
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| Motionless like lead
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| He sits, he must be dead!
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| But wait! |
| He’s’s alive.
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| He’s alive! |
| He’s alive!
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| Chomping on the bits
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| Of crickets in his mitts
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| In the dark he’s lost
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| Oh my gosh it’s lost!
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| In black light he’s great
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| His legs, they number eight
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| He must have got his paws
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| From his Grandpapa
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| Holding, Crushing bait
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| Under pincers weight
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| But the one thing unforgetable,
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| Don’t forget the mandible.. .
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| No probascis here!
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| It’s Mr. Bonkers' year!
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| He’s sick sick sick
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| With the bicycle kick
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| You can’t see his eyes or ears
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Can you see him tonight?!
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Under the hot rock light!
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Can you see him tonight?!
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Woah yeah, yeah
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| Under the hot rock light!
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| Woah yeah yeah
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| Woah yeah yeah
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| Woah yeah yeah
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| Woah yeah yeah
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| Woah yeah yeah
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| Woah yeah yeah |