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.