Текст песни The Comet Song

With our fingers we make million holes
We run and we fall into pot holes
on a mission to savor the world, oh!
We peek at the sky through tree holes

Comet - oh damn it!
The comet comes hurtling down
On a precious plot of earth

Like the bugs in mother's flower bed
We walk on long legs over the sea bed
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We need milk and cakes and a warm bed

Comet - oh damn it!
The comet comes hurtling down
On a precious plot of earth

Grey leaves are too much
for any mother to handle

A father must pull
his black hat down over the eyes