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Well this frog was hopping on down the road |
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He was thinking about courting |
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He had his hopes dashed too |
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He got squished by a car, but just his one leg |
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He thought, "For making tadpoles |
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Just one leg ought to do" |
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He thought, "Hm, I've been heart broke before |
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Left a hole you drive a truck through" |
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He hopped on down the road |
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A little bit further towards the truth |
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Now this one legged frog was just carrying on |
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He was thinking about courting |
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So he revised a sense of duty |
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He ran into a dog that hadn't eaten for days |
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And that dog bit his eye |
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But he missed with the bigger tooth |
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He said, "I can see more clearly now |
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Desire has a way of getting you through |
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Oh, I know how you loved me back then |
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Now it's hard to face the truth" |
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Now this one-eyed, one-legged, determined ol' frog |
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He was thinking about courting |
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He jumped up on a log |
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Well, that log was infested |
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By some pissed off bees |
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And they stung their stingers |
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Wherever they could get them to |
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"Because I love you, what kind of hell do I put myself through?" |
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He hopped on down the road |
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There is no pain this way to the truth |
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And by the time he got to his amphibian mate |
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He was so scared of pain |
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He thought she'd just have to wait |
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But she was a demanding old toad and having none of that |
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He saw in her eyes, "The truth is here at last" |
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"What kind of urge could take this lily pad to the moon? |
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The grand old urge, but how eyes and legs can I lose? |
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Pleasures so painful, it seems the joy is in the pursuit" |
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He hopped on down the road |
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Knowing he finally found some truth |
