Ode to Froggie
When you hop through a storm, hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the sack.
At the end of the storm there's a gold goodbye
And the sweet, silver knife in your back.
Hop on through the wind, hop on through the rain,
Though your hopes be tossed and blown.
Hop on, hop on, watch out for the mines,
And you'll never hop alone.
You'll never hop alone.
Hop on, hop on, forget about heinze,
And you'll never hop alone.
You'll ne-ever hop alone.
When you hop through a storm, hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the sack.
At the end of the storm there's a gold goodbye
And the sweet, silver knife in your back.
Hop on through the wind, hop on through the rain,
Though your hopes be tossed and blown.
Hop on, hop on, watch out for the mines,
And you'll never hop alone.
You'll never hop alone.
Hop on, hop on, forget about heinze,
And you'll never hop alone.
You'll ne-ever hop alone.