Although you think me cold and slimy Ive got a nice home Ive tasted your best guacamole And siestad at noon in the cool of the soil
A worms life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
Sometimes its too hot for cooking One wants just a salad And then comes a breeze in the evening The men light cigars and their scent fills the air
A worms life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
But then the rains come, and the ground fills with water And I must come up to the surface for air Then I was plucked from the wet slime And dropped in tequila I lay in a stupor for sometime And one fine night I was gulped down in a shot
A worms life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
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