| This is about two cats
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| They’re sittin' down by a river in the swamps
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| They’re sitting on a log
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| One of them is kind of a big fellow
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| And the other one is a little bit smaller and he’s got a long-billed cap
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| And they’re sittin' there ponderin' on what they’re gonna do for the night
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| And anything the big guy decides on the little guy’s for
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| Cause he digs him, he’s cool
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| So it’s called Roosevelt and Ira Lee
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| The river was dark and muddy
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| And the moon was on the rise
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| And all of the creatures in the swampland
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| Had woke up to feed for the night
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| Roosevelt and Ira Lee were sittin' there on a log
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| Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt and said
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| I’d sure like to have a mess of bull frog
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| He said: Yeah yeah lawd sure would taste good
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| So they slipped on their rubber boots
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| And walked down to the water edge
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| And right away they knew that the night would be a bummer
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| Cause Ira Lee stepped on a water mossacin Ugh! |
| Ugh! |
| Lawd
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| «Somebody help me !»
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| Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt when he quit his screamin' and kickin'
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| And he said, «Let's forget about those bullfrog legs
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| And go out and steal us some chickens»
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| And Ol' Roosevelt said like this now
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| «Yeah, yeah, ooh it sure would taste good
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| Yes it would I love my chicken»
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| The river was dark and muddy
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| Yeah |