Big ones little ones
But you're the ones
Who get the livins done
Get along with all the low
And then you'll find from
Where you really come
This way you'll know alone
And what it takes
To make another home
Little miss you make a fist
And grit your teeth
Till all the do is done
Repeat with adlibs
About the onion of awareness
Little miss you make a fist
And grit your teeth
Till all the gettins gone
Oh I hope you make it bean
Way past the pink and green
18, 18, 18
18, 18, 18
18, 18, 18'