No more hide and seek for this jack rabbit... I am ready for tennis
I have oiled my ligaments and am overly prepared for the race, I see my car is now burning on fire
HELP!
Better yet, I don't care, dismiss the engines of fire and let's get on with it you perplexed skunk
We line up on the finishing line, backwards we skip to the beat of the last drum and you release your spray
I am scared because I am feeling slightly suffocated now... almost to the point I am seeing the ghost of Lily's Pad
Anyway, let's get on with it
Sting me the way a mosquito looking for dinner on my arm socket would
Pull out my sockets and I will be your best friend
Calamari and all, juju bee's stuck in fangs I whimper at your breathless body falling to my leopard like limp
I want my mommy
Mrs. Kirkland, who will buy your trailer's now?
I pull back, you begin to move faster, I am thinking at this moment I may lose
The way Noli lost Heidi
I will now speak in tongues
All the bets are on me now, my racing name is "Chopper" and I will tattoo your ear in your sleep
The only time I have fallen prey was to the great white shark, the one who was not caught in the tuna net
This race was stupid, I look like the idiot again
Rummage through my trash, just don't let my spine see it
Jungle
Jim