I like to think that there are worms in all of us
Just crawling and squirming inside all of us
And creeping and loving inside all of us
So simply just being inside all of us
There are worms in the garden, so trim them, so trim them
There are worms in your hair, so trim them, so trim them
There are worms in the basement, excavate the whole **** room
Cause too many worms will spell your ******* doom
I like to think that there are worms inside me
And to think I once thought them as my sworn enemy
The worms of the world have helped me to see
Should I ever be without them, I’ll dangle from a tree
And worms and or isn’t, sadness bitter glee
Fe fi fo fum and a magic floating pea
’Twas a long time ago when the worms were so blue
But now they are happy cause I’ve accepted them true
Now I welcome them in, with their families too
Consider letting some worms live inside of you?
Interpret this as however you may choose.
