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Down in the cracks where the old crumbs go |
Down in the cracks where the old crumbs go down in the shadows where the lights don't show In between the cushions and under them too you wouldn't believe what's hidden from view a strange little world all to its own unlike any other that's ever been known a world of wonder where lintpickers play and crumb-crunchers mumble and grumble all day a place with fuzzies and frizzies about where dust bunnies gather to all hide out. And way down under far, far below down where the fuzzies and frizzies won't go down in the bottom of the old gray couch, the crack monster lives and boy what a grouch. He growls and he grumbles. He moans and he groans. He munches and he crunches and he gnaws at old combs. He spits and he sputters and rumbles all day and frightens the fuzzies and frizzies away. So if you ever go digging down deep in the couch, you'd better watch out for that crack monster grouch. |