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- Craig Ferguson The Backson Song 歌詞
- Craig Ferguson
- It's a giant creature with a tail
Here I'll draw Piglet in for scale
Oh dear
It's hide is like a shaggy rug
Its face a surly ugly mug
With two sharp horns atop its head
Between a mop of hair that's red
And in its nose a ring of gold
It smells of monkeys'feet and mold
Its toes are black Its fur is blue
I swear that all I tell you is not made up
The Backson
The Backson
The Backson
The Backson
Oh no
But Owl what does a Backson do
Yes Owl what does a Backson do
Hmmm what does a backson do
I'm thinking I'm thinking I'm thinking I'm thinking
And now I will tell you
They sneak into your library
And scribble in all your books
The Backson The Backson
We don't like the Backson
When decorating your Christmas tree
They tangle up all the hooks
The Backson The Backson
We're afraid of the Backson
They spoil the milk
They stop all the clocks
They use their horns to put holes in your socks
The Backson's the one
Who's been putting holes in our socks
Tell us more about what Backsons do
Yes more about what Backsons do
More about what Backsons do
Why don't we hear some thoughts from you
Maybe they make you sleep too late
Yes Yes That's good That's great
I bet they're the reason my tail is gone
You're on a roll Go on Go on
They muddy up your tidy house
They make you feel as small as a mouse
They break your crayons
They spill your tea
They wake up babies at one and three
They made me catch the cold I caught
They made me lose my train of thought
They swipe your stripes
They clog your pipes
They dig up your garden
They won't beg your pardon
They eat your snacks
They won't relax
They chip your tooth
They steal your youth
And now you know the horrible truth
The Backson The Backson
The Backson The Backson
Oh no
Oh yes
Huh
I know exactly what to do
We'll find things Backson are partial to
Like books
And dishes
And socks
And toys
Yes Everything that a Backson destroys
Then we'll dig an enormous pit
And he'll make the items lead to it
He'll fall in and we'll get our friend
And the horrible nightmare can come to an end
The Backson
The Backson
The Backson
The Backson
Go home and search your closets
Bring everything that you can
The Backson The Backson
We're gonna catch the Backson
We'll save Christopher Robin
By following Rabbit's plan
The Backson The Backson
We'll save Christopher Robin
We must be brave and have no fear
So to the death we'll persevere
We'll search by the sun and the light of the moon
And if everything goes well
We'll be back soon
Back soon
Back soon
Sounds like Backson
Back soon
Oh well Good luck everyone
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