There's a mouse starin' out of the window   His car is trapped in the snow   He's planning a family vacation   But he just can't go      Around the next corner's a red bird   His feathers are trapped in a sling   He's passed by some gunslinging parrot   Who's jealous he ain't got no grin      There ain't no time to stash the gumbo   Or rattle around in a cage   The sacrificed child's made bubbles   And spittle is everywhere enraged      In a hot sand I render my feet   They're blistered and caked with debris   Chez rolez is guarding the tote board   While Angry piddles with glee      There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper   He's sending them off to himself   He gets them a couple days later   Who put them along his top shelf      If you get tired of shavings   And carve up a good hunk of wood   Remembering to check on the sausage   He's got cooking somewhere look good