Although You Think Me Cold And Slimy

I've Got A Nice Home

I've Tasted Your Best Guacamole

And Siesta'd At Noon In The Cool Of The Soil



A Worm's Life Can Be Easy

If You Lay Low, Out Of Sight



Sometimes It's Too Hot For Cooking

One Wants Just A Salad

And Then Comes A Breeze In The Evening

The Men Light Cigars And Their Scent Fills The Air



A Worm's Life Can Be Easy

If You Lay Low, Out Of Sight



But Then The Rains Come, And The Ground Fills With Water

And I Must Come Up To The Surface For Air

Then I Was Plucked From The Wet Slime

And Dropped In Tequila

I Lay In A Stupor For Sometime

And One Fine Night I Was Gulped Down In A Shot



A Worm's Life Can Be Easy

If You Lay Low, Out Of Sight