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Walter's Trip - The Frank And Walters
I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree
Eyes of wet diesel for him to see
He sat there on is daily routine
I drank tea in a local canteen
Strolled along down the narrowing road
There was bus stops and large purple toads
White pianos advanced from the hill
While a llama chased a guy called Bill
I saw a giraffe as high as my knee
He was making shapes of letter Z
It rained blue sponges for half an hour
While the boys they played chess in the tower
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble
Yeah
I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree
Eyes of wet diesel for him to see
He sat there on is daily routine
I drank tea in a local canteen
I srolled along down the narrowing road
There was bus stops and large purple toads
White pianos advanced from the hill
While a llama chased a guy called Bill
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble
Aha aha aha
Jay ri re re rumble
Aha aha
Scrive he likes apple crumble