Album : One Voice
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He swallered a frog and hollered yum-yum
He slid down the hillside and darted his tongue
He entered the garden on this bright moonlight night
Then he stopped in his tracks, it was love at first sight.

(He said,) "My skin is black, your skin is green
You dwell in a garden, I live by a stream
Although I'm short and stocky and you're long and green
I've got a crush on you
Then he squeezed her tighter and tighter and tighter
I've got a crush on you."

He said, "I'm a king snake, and you'll be my queen
With a butler and serpents, and your own private stream
If you refuse me it would be such a shame
'Cause I'm so tired of doing my own thing."

Then he squeezed her tighter
To excite her and delight her
Oh, I've got a crush on you
(And I'll be back tomorrow.)

Next day when he got there, a two-legged man
Was holding sweet green thing in his big human hand
A long jet of water shot out of her nose
Ol' king snake had fallen in love with a hose.

(Je said,) "My skin is black, your skin is green
You dwell in a garden, I live by a stream
Oh, your made of plastic, I think your fantastic
And I've got a crush on you."

"But I don't think it's gonna work out..."
He swallered a frog and hollered yum-yum   He slid down the hillside and darted his tongue   He entered the garden on this bright moonlight night    Then he stopped in his tracks, it was love at first sight.      (He said,) "My skin is black, your skin is green    You dwell in a garden, I live by a stream   Although I'm short and stocky and you're long and green    I've got a crush on you    Then he squeezed her tighter and tighter and tighter    I've got a crush on you."      He said, "I'm a king snake, and you'll be my queen    With a butler and serpents, and your own private stream   If you refuse me it would be such a shame   'Cause I'm so tired of doing my own thing."      Then he squeezed her tighter    To excite her and delight her    Oh, I've got a crush on you    (And I'll be back tomorrow.)      Next day when he got there, a two-legged man   Was holding sweet green thing in his big human hand   A long jet of water shot out of her nose   Ol' king snake had fallen in love with a hose.      (Je said,) "My skin is black, your skin is green    You dwell in a garden, I live by a stream   Oh, your made of plastic, I think your fantastic   And I've got a crush on you."      "But I don't think it's gonna work out..."