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