Foamy The Squirrel I Am Foamy
I am Foamy
You don't know me, but you'll obey
I do not trust you, I don't believe a word you say
How can you say you're right
when you live a life so wrong
You contradict yourself,
so I'll write another squirrel song AGAIN
You are so ugly, so butt-ugly
Why won't you die?
I would like to stab you in the eye
With a really hot french frie
You never shut up, what the f..ck's up
with your chosen path
You're so stupid I'll have to open up a can of squirrelly whoop-ass
open up a can of squirrelly whoop-ass
open up a can of squirrelly whoop-ass
