Paraplegic penguin is gonna drop an egg
On the Empire State
He can't hardly wait
Waddling to and fro, steps on egg shells and cracks
He suddenly hears a snap that he broke his momma's back
He hates this time of year. always triggers relapse
But snickers when the weather do that
Igloo residential Punxsutawney's supposed to thrill us
At the Willis
Since he couldn't curtsy kindly like a fool
He slapped his pack mule
Heading to the South Pole, beneath his conversational, quivering paws
Awaits the rampant pearly gates of Santa Claus
Like a band on the run he couldn't flap his wings
He went to the temple to bestow his offerings
Igloo residential Punxsutawney
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Paraplegic penguin is gonna drop an egg
On the Empire State
He can't hardly wait
Waddling to and fro, steps on egg shells and cracks
He suddenly hears a snap that he broke his momma's back
He hates this time of year. always triggers relapse
But snickers when the weather do that
Igloo residential Punxsutawney's supposed to thrill us
At the Willis
Since he couldn't curtsy kindly like a fool
He slapped his pack mule
Heading to the South Pole, beneath his conversational, quivering paws
Awaits the rampant pearly gates of Santa Claus
Like a band on the run he couldn't flap his wings
He went to the temple to bestow his offerings
Igloo residential Punxsutawney
On the Empire State
He can't hardly wait
Waddling to and fro, steps on egg shells and cracks
He suddenly hears a snap that he broke his momma's back
He hates this time of year. always triggers relapse
But snickers when the weather do that
Igloo residential Punxsutawney's supposed to thrill us
At the Willis
Since he couldn't curtsy kindly like a fool
He slapped his pack mule
Heading to the South Pole, beneath his conversational, quivering paws
Awaits the rampant pearly gates of Santa Claus
Like a band on the run he couldn't flap his wings
He went to the temple to bestow his offerings
Igloo residential Punxsutawney
Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid