Harry The Head

The Head was hardly human
 The head is finally dead
 "I can live forever
 In formaldehyde", he said.
 Once he made me so mad
 I knocked him on the floor;
 He rolled around and found a
 little paint brush
 by the door;
 As he held it in his teeth
 he painted angels
 On the skirt I wore.
 Harry
 Harry
 Harry
 Harry - The Head is dead.
 Harry - The Head is dead.
 Harry - The Head is dead.
 Herman - The Human Mole
 Herman
 Herman
 Herman isn't happy
 Herman isn't well
 Herman is an albino
 Not that you could tell.
 Herman
 Herman
 Herman is dirty
 Herman is cold
 Herman is thirty and
 Wishes he was old
 But he isn't.
 Herman has a trailer
 On top of it is grass
 He filled the inside up with dirt
 And made the sides of glass
 He lets you climb the steps
 Up to the top for free
 And look down through a little hole
 Above his old TV.
 But if you want some more
 You pay to go inside
 The tent that goes around the trailer
 In which Herman hides.
 Herman plays piano
 When no one is around
 He has an upright baby Steinway
 Underneath the ground.