There I was hammering nails again br into the highway br When Marge walked up from behind br 'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? ' br That Marge she really br cooks my goose br It was three blind mice br all day long br thinking about honkin' br the juice, the old 'arooooogahh' br Hot as frying pan dodges, br wicked cornball stings fresh from br Ulysses S. Grant br then graduated decline of warm floods br Whittling stew bits br takes all kinds of time br So disassembly and debt br basically br prevent change br and cracker quackers...