Belly bob be, me to tee Flimble flomble flee Grabben, twingle and somtim holden All days seem the same when all you can do is yabbin. Twice thrice and thwart, you to thee Rollin ricken twee Tobbing, swingle and sometim folden All days seem the same when all you can do is strabblin along. Crashin’ mice and short, him to her Falling tricken mine is a solid key Throbbing single and sometimes beholding All days seem the same when all you can is sing a song Thrashing around is all very nice for her and her alone Stalling and falling are we Refolding, floating sometimes is in the beholden. All days are the same when all you can do is smile.