Run here mama, run here quick. That old fool liquor has made me sick. Ain't gwine drink a no more, no more... ain't gwine drink a no more.
Stuck in my head. Always.
Except the few times my brain can't stop singing about Monstro the Whale.
Down on the bottom of the ocean, someone has caused a big commotion, a whale of a whale, and Monstro is his name....
He's the despair of all the whalers; oh what a scare he gives the sailors, better beware or he'll give you the same...
When he was just a little fellow Monstro was precocious. Now he can snort and spout and bellow, and he's so ferocious...
Who can make the jellyfish shake and make the sharks go pale? It's the undersea public enemy of Monstro the Whale.
Why? Why fifth grade? Why?
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