Coulda been a cockroach
Coulda been a mouse...

Crawling through the mud
Never is really clean...

It is the curse of the night
That leaves me trembling in fright...

Out dancing in the pouring rain
When a whisper in my head came...

Have you ever worried
That you aren't enough...

Dawn breaks to the digital sound
which has come to replace the familiar cock's crow...

Shake it
Bake it...

Racing
Bounding...

I hate estrogen
It annoys me to no end...

God is sending me away
To spread my joy...

Once upon
A starry night...

Now you all know the story of Jack
And at his beanpole he did hack...