Frogs they can't talk, they have no vocal chords I'm going mad from the talking frogs They order me to buy beer Their croaking is my command They sit by the roadside watching trucks They want me to hijack it and get drunk All i think about is frogs and beer Bow to the altar of the frogs The great Red Dog tempts me away "Be your own dog!" is what he will say It's a war of epic proportions Bill Cosby vs the Frogs And Cosby will win lyrics by Bishop Lawrence