I live in the day, all in the air. Big fish, down in the water. Swimming along like a yawner. Little bird, up in the tree. Flying along like he knows he should be. Three frogs, by the side of the road. Smart, smarter and smartest. Farmer coming in with his load. Hard working soul, carrying his harvest. The frogs begin to sing as is the fashion. Ribbit, robbit, oh, the passion. Man, he's so bad. Man, he's so bad. Man, he's so bad. In a pot of mess, down in the water. Long time down he's been, feels all right to him. A raft in the yard, eating leaves from trees. Aint so very high. Three boys, go to town for a soda. Some more boys there, say get back where we told you. One of them picks up a rock and begins to holler. The other throws a stick and they all fall off. Man, he's so bad. Man, he's so bad. He's living in colonies. The birds take care of him. He's so afraid, it's all right. Lightning stars don't look good. Simple folk don't know love is outside. Man, he's so bad. Man, he's so bad. Man, he's so bad.