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There was an inchworm who played the French horn, I’m not quite sure how.When she flopped, she would rock.When she flipped she would rip, there she goes now.Going flippity-floppity, flippity-floppity, yay-heee.flippity-floppity, flippity-floppity, yay-hee.There was a frog who played guitar all winter long in his mud hole.He played every day of his life except before he had arms when he was a tadpoleAnd he went hippity-hoppity, hippity-hoppity, yay-heee.Hippity-hoppity, hippity-hoppity, yay-heee.There was a crab in the sand,who to a stab at playing the upright.With her claws on neck,she played to Miles Davis records all night.Going bee-bee-boppity, bee-bop-boppity, yay-hee.There was a horse who played drums of course with all four hooves.He banged and he clocked he never stopped until he needed new horseshoesAnd he went Clippity-cloppity, Clippity-cloppityClippity-cloppity yay-heeeeThere was a rabbit who took a stab at playing some songs.SongtexteBut he was only in the scene to get girl rabbits,and they screwed like rabbits all night long.And he went hippity-hoppity, hippity-hoppity, yay-heee.Until the frog sued him for copyright infringement one day.And the frog, and the inchworm, and the horse, and the crab formed a band.And the played at open-mic nights,Throughout the land. And they never made much money,But they had a lot of fun.And they were never in it just for the money anyway. Aus Songtexte Mania