There are times
When you find
Lobsters in a bucket
Cant climb out
Why wont they climb away?
Because other lobsters
Pull them down
Cherry pits and paper clips
And people talking smack
Giant squid will come right up
And pull your train right off the track.
Mammoth broom swoops on down
And sweeps you in a whole
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When youre up at bat
Theyll be your biggest fan
When youre in a pit
Theyll pull you out of it
It aint wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along.
People too me and you
Can also be like lobsters in bucket
Its all just one big mess
Please dont be a lobster
Friends are best
Making lunch for the baseball bunch
While playing violin
Feeding bands to giant clams
Thats where the fun begins
Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes
Hone those whittleing skills
Friends help each other
Any way they can
When youre up at bat
Theyll be your biggest fan
When youre in a pit
Theyll pull you out of it
It aint wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along

