The plungus

(Instrumental Intro) (Verse) In the distant future There lies deep beneath the vallies and planes A curious creature Known to the birds and trees only as THE PLUNGUS (Chorus) Six legs Four Eyes Pelt smoother than a baby's ass But not a braincell to be found It scurries around Looking for grain But to farmers It is the butts pain (Verse) It shimmies around The forests and plains Looking for food Which consists of grains (Verse) Many a farmer dread Seeing a PLUNGUS in their shed Nibbling on their harvest They just wanted to bring to the market (Brigde) Too many Legs, Too many Feet The plungus flees from the mad farmer skiddling towards its retreat (Chorus) Six legs Four Eyes Pelt smoother than a baby's ass But not a braincell to be found It scurries around Looking for grain But to farmers It is the butts pain (Instrumental Interlude) (Verse) Nowadays the Plungus For being Cuddly and Cute Still resides in the grain But accompanies the farmer During their commute (Outro) Six Legs Four Eyes OOOOH But soft pelt The PLUNGUS is kept Close to the farmers heart (instrumental fade-out)