Cornbugs Bear
Bear had to trim the hair on his back,
Beard black, eyes out of whack,
All leather straps and mountains of flesh,
Rubber shorts and snorts. He's a man-
Sized snack; he's on the cover of Bear.
He wants to be your lover; he cares what
Kind of impression he makes; he stares;
You're his obsession. He breaks bones
With his hug, his chest is like a rug, his
Face like a broken chair. He wants to
Crush you like a bug; he wants to love you
Till you break; he'll eat you like a pear,
Oh, Bear, I can't bear it! Here's a ferret,
Now go to your room! Bear! Bear!
Old King Cole was a jolly old soul,
The kind that I despise.
I rule with a whip, and I shoot from the hip,
And I wear me a Crown of Flies.
To the victor go the spoils,.
Revolution makes me boil
I rule with my gun, and
I aim for the skies, and I
Wear me a Crown of Flies.
Crown of Flies, all buzzin' on my brain,
Crown of Flies, they whisper I'm insane,
With this lard in my hair and my
Blue-bottle eyes, I'm proud of my
Crown of Flies.
I'm King of the corridor
Watch what I want
The patients all beat on their thighs
I'm locked up forever
For being so clever, and
I wear me a Crown of Flies.
So what if I killed them?
So what if they died?
My cleaver made em wise
With my box of hair and a human chair
I rule with my Crown of Flies, oh, Guffman,
I rule with my Crown of Flies.
