way back when i was just a little bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from jerry’s bait shop
so he hands me the box and i open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they start biting me all over
you know i think it was just about that time that a little ditty started going through my head
i believe it went a little something like this
like a constipated wiener dog
…and as luck would have it, that's exactly when i ran into the girl of my dreams