Life of Fleas
Life Of Fleas
Well, they start out working at the circus
After eggs, bacon and dogs
They become accountants, multiply like crazy
Later they become football players
Famous for the flea flicker and other tricks
Life isn't fair
Life is a flea... and then you marry one
Some marry quickly with ticks
It never lasts. They have affairs
Then things get a little weird
They grow beards and move to New York
Work on Wall Street and eat with knives and forks
At fine restaurants, though they have no fingers
And don’t wear cloths
Such things don’t come in their sizes
For exercise some leap tall buildings in a single bound
If their legs hold out
You can find them at the opera
I don’t know why you would want to do that
They are everywhere in flea and tick season
Found in the hair of cats, dogs and at malls
Fleas don’t have names for a reason
And don’t divorce or pay taxes
Life is too short
They should be deported of course for not working
Clearly not mans best friend
None have a social security card
Drinking beer, going around naked, hanging out in the yard
With entirely too many friends
It never ends
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