This is lyric #375

Frog Rodeo
By Bill Wood
© 1999

You’re walking down the street and it hits you like a nail
The posters are everywhere, you’ve seen it in the mail
Everyone’s a-jumpin, it’s here in a day or so
Put on your chaps and dust off your spurs for the Frog Rodeo

Pull yourself up a lilly pad and pour yourself a snort
The leopards are all betting that the cowfrogs come up short
The tadpole ropers are worried that their lariats’ unglued
When that dude fell off the African, the creepers laughed and booed

CHO We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
The Frog Rodeo

Well Big Freddy swaggered in, stinking of algae and gin
He’d played every pond across the state, no pool he hadn’t been
Even the catfish held their breath when Freddy tied his gee
The snappers hid beneath the logs and every fly did flee

He saddled up to a big bull and came out on the shore
Dripping slime and croakin rhyme, he rode that mean old boar
Up the hill they went out of sight, the blue gills all turned green
Freddy came back with one eye out, he’s the Green Mean Machine

CHO

The fiddlers started playing as the light of dusk turned brown
Fireflies lit up the shore of this crazy puddle town
So the next time you’re on your porch and all the flies start buzzing
Open your doors and clean your floors, the Frog Rodeo’s coming

CHO



[This message has been edited by Marty Helly (edited 06-08-2006).]

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