He was a nice little guy
with big blue eyes
all squashed flat on the road side.
He was a modern day
gun toating,
whiskey drinking,
cigar smoking
frog.
We just think they ribbit all day
and hop their little lives away
but they're modern day
gun toating,
whiskey drinking,
cigar smoking,
Frog
on a stick.
Frog
on a stick.
Frog
on a stick.
They just taste so
oh
ooh
yeah
huh
huh
well...erm
The first time I ever encountered a frog on a stick
I was heading down towards Tennessee to visit my granddad.
When I got there he was the
biggest motherfuckin' fattest son of a bitch
I'd ever seen in my whole life.
I said hey granddad
how d'you get so fat?
He said son it's a simple thing.
I've been eating caviar and Cadbury's creme eggs
for the last twenty seven years.
I said hey Granddad, where d'you get the money?
He said I thought up a little business venture.
I took frogs, I put them on a sticks.
I sent them to the French.
I put frogs on sticks.
Frogs on sticks.
I sent them to the French.
I put frogs on sticks.
Frogs on sticks.
