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That 1 Guy - How's 'Bout Them Holes in the Moon (Butter Side Down) lyrics
How's bout them holes in the moon. When it orbits low, we can reach up to harvest the cheese, and retrieve, all our things back from them holes. Burn the bread, throw it on down. Hit the floor with the butter side down. Heavy hands clapping sounding out pounds. Cut the night like the thunder thigh sounds. Hole takes our things, away he goes. No one sees, no one knows. Why he takes, the things we own. Or how they get up in them holes. Don't look now, we're surrounded by clowns. Eyes they smile, but their mouths they all frown now. Big balloons and they're laughing out loud eyes are black, and their noses are red and brown. We never mind, we let them go. No one cares, so it goes. It's understood, open close. All good things, end up in holes. Cats fall out of trees in this town. Always land with their paws on the ground. Nowhere to run when there's blood in the hound. Ask me then, but the dogs are here now. Lazy days but we'll hunker down soon. Far away like the holes in the moon. Lucky day but too fickle to try, types of toys that make them giggle then cry. Lacy days sticky stumble in view. Held together till we tumble in two. Cats they land with their paws on the ground, bread always lands with the butter side, down. How's bout them holes in the moon. When it orbits low, we can reach up to harvest the cheese, and retrieve, all our things back from them holes. |
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