There are times
When you find
Lobsters in a bucket
Can't climb out
Why won't they climb away?
Because other lobsters
Pull them down
Cherry pits and paper clips
And people talking smack
Giant squid will come right up
And pull your train right off the track.
Mammoth broom swoops right down
And sweeps you in a whole
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
they'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along.
People too me and you
Can also be like lobsters in bucket
It's all just one big mess
Please don't be a lobster
Friends are best
Making lunch for the baseball bunch
While playing violin
Feeding bands to giant clams
Then the fun begin
Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes
Hone those whittleing skills
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along
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