Frog Legs in Nashville

Found myself in Nashville

Livin’ in a pond,

Croaked to my homeys,

“What’s goin’ on?”

Mebbe I’m a fish?

Or mebbe, a frog?

Sittin’ in a diner—

On a pine-tree log.

Told my waitress,

“I’d like some flies.”

She looked, disgusted,

Sayin’ “My, oh my!”

Puddin’ in the mornin’—Hash at night.

Givin’ you a warnin’—“I ain’t right.”

Once had a dream where I thought I died,

They fried my legs—chewed my hide.

Woke up in Nashville

Livin’ in a pond,

Croaked to myself,

“What’s goin’ on?”

Started playin’ banjo,

Pickin’ real fast—

Dancin’ Hoochie Coochie,

Havin' a blast.

Puddin’ in the mornin’—hash at night.

Givin’ you a warnin’— “I ain’t right.”

“Hey, diddle, diddle,” said the cat to the spoon.

“Gotta get me frog legs—eat ’em real soon”