There is no getting past it
So I might as well sit
Or become elastic
And do my contortion trick
Where I squirm through a keyhole
Or fill up a bowl
Like soup or jello
I will wait for the slurp
And the low-noted burp
There is no getting past it
So I might as well sit
Or become elastic
And do my contortion trick
Where I squirm through a keyhole
Or fill up a bowl
Like soup or jello
I will wait for the slurp
And the low-noted burp