Ol' Wes, Ol' Craig and Rocky
While cleaning my house one night,
I heard a noise outside real clear.
I looked out the door and to my surprise
Ol’ Wes, ol’ Craig, and Rocky was there
These little varmints, are varmints indeed,
Three pesky little coons.
They live to investigate what’s on my porch
Those silly, silly goons.
I shooed them away by stomping my foot
But they sat there and looked at me.
Those crazy coons went and made me mad
That was Wes and Craig and Rocky
One of these days, I’ll have revenge
Revenge on these coons, you see.
I’ll get so I can outsmart them
And they won’t outsmart me!
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