She can't sleep 'cus she's got bad neighbours,
So she calls him up looking for favours,
Said "I need some human contact now,
It doesn't matter with who or where or how,
But before you arrive, won't you bring me something that keeps me alive?"
So he had to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
So he went to catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
He left his little town,
To a small wet forest, green and brown,
And he laid his traps all around,
Waited around couldn't hear a sound,
And he couldn't get away from God,
Because it's everywhere the Devil's not.
But he had to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
Yeah he had to catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
Something went terribly wrong,
When he hit his bong he wasn't so strong,
And the foxes they encircled him,
And within a matter of minutes they chewed him thin.
No he Couldn't to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
No he couldn't catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
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