Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop.
They didn't want to, 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet.

Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye.
Pressed Rat wre red jodhpurs, Warthog a striped tie.
Between them they carried a three-legged sack,
Went straight round the corner and never came back.

The bad captain madman had ordered their fate.
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate.
The gate turned into a deroga tree,
And his peg-leg got woodworm and broke into three.

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop.
They didn't want to, 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rats collection of dog legs and feet.


Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery, edited by Wadehorse, dzenizo, artymowski

Pressed Rat and Warthog Lyrics as written by Peter Edward Baker

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General Commentever wonder why artists have to speak in riddles?
    kush64on May 10, 2009   Link

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