Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home I've tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil
A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
Sometimes it's too hot for cooking One wants just a salad And then comes a breeze in the evening The men light cigars and their scent fills the air
A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
But then the rains come, and the ground fills with water And I must come up to the surface for air Then I was plucked from the wet slime And dropped in tequila I lay in a stupor for sometime And one fine night I was gulped down in a shot
A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight
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