Текст песни Harry The Head

The Head was hardly human

The head is finally dead

"I can live forever

In formaldehyde", he said.

Once he made me so mad

I knocked him on the floor;

He rolled around and found a

little paint brush

by the door;

As he held it in his teeth

he painted angels

On the skirt I wore.

Harry

Harry

Harry

Harry - The Head is dead.

Harry - The Head is dead.

Harry - The Head is dead.

Herman - The Human Mole

Herman

Herman

Herman isn't happy

Herman isn't well

Herman is an albino
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Not that you could tell.

Herman

Herman

Herman is dirty

Herman is cold

Herman is thirty and

Wishes he was old

But he isn't.

Herman has a trailer

On top of it is grass

He filled the inside up with dirt

And made the sides of glass

He lets you climb the steps

Up to the top for free

And look down through a little hole

Above his old TV.

But if you want some more

You pay to go inside

The tent that goes around the trailer

In which Herman hides.

Herman plays piano

When no one is around

He has an upright baby Steinway

Underneath the ground