There are times
When you find
Lobsters in a bucket
Can't climb out
Why won't they climb away?
Because other lobsters
Pull them down
Cherry pits and paper clips
And people talking smack
Giant squid he comes right up
And pull your train right off the track.
Mammoth broom will swoop right down
And sweep you in a hole.
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
When you're in a pit
they'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along.
People too me and you
Can also be like lobsters in bucket
It's all just one big mess
Please don't be a lobster
Friends are best
Making lunch for the baseball bunch
While playing my violin
Feeding bands to giant clams
Then the fun begin
Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes
Hone those whittling skills
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
When you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along