Fowl Play

Everyday I go down to the pond

On the inside I feel something’s wrong

I pick up my loaf of wonder bread

Tear off a piece throw it at the ducks head

Quack quack quack quack

I go home to mow my lawn instead

I gotta spend me time; gotta clear my head

These ducks are bad not friends you see

Making life rather crappy for you and me

Quack quack quack quack

You think that you’re all that (the ducks are coming, the ducks are coming)

But you just been talking smack (the ducks are coming, the ducks are coming)

You feel that you’re out of luck (the ducks are coming, the ducks are coming)

Cuz you’re just a stupid duck (the ducks are coming, the ducks are coming)

Things were once real cool those ducks and I

Was it something I said? Something I tried?

Why can’t we all just go be good friends?

High fives and big hugs till the end

The ducks do their thing and I do mine

Yet news still travels on down the line

Lies being told; cant take anymore

Watch out waterfowl THIS MEANS WAR!

Look at that duck all down on his luck

Drivin that truck, you know he don't give a

quack quack quack
spiderwebs tattooed on his feet
and he's got gold teeth inside of his beak
goes to the subway to get some bread
then heads to the pond and goes to bed
none of the lady ducks know where he stays
cuz you know pimpin ducks don't poop where they play

The ducks are coming, the ducks are coming

The ducks are coming, they’re coming they’re coming

The ducks are coming, the ducks are coming

The ducks are coming to steal my sanity!