Soup On The Floor
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, we are the Dung Beetles and AHH-
You just spilled my soup!
What the hell is wrong with you?
You know what?
Our friendship - it's OVER!
FINITO! THAT'S THE END! GOODBYE!

NOO-

Lyrics are hard
Lyrics are bad
Write down words
Who would wanna do that?
Lyricism sucks
Is that even a word?
Feed the ducks
Ducks aren’t birds

I don’t care
Look over there
It is a bear
Get out the snare
-by that, I mean a snare DRUM
You bum
You are so dumb
I like my mum
My mum’s my chum
She buys me gum
Steady income
Never mind
I am a genius
In lyrics and all kinds of sweetness
I can come up with rhymes
On the fly
For a guy
Who cries
Every night
About a fight
Giving him a fright
But it’s not right
Because the right thing to do
Is out of sight
And what I did to you
Is a black and a white
So a slight
Misinterpretation
Is the exact thing
I forgot at the station
If you’ll excuse me
I must go back and get it now please
Buh-bye