They Might Be Giants
moles hounds bears bees and hares
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Moles
Spending their lives down a hole
And when it’s raining they get complaining
And run around out of control
Hounds
Hounds
Walk with their nose to the ground
The joy in their eyes and
The shock of surprise when
They bring you the thing that they found
Hounds
Don’t wake up the hibernating bear
He’ll spend all winter there
Asleep
Spend most of their time inside hives
But when the breeze knocks the hive off the trees, oh
We better run for our lives
Some call them bunnies—who cares?
Though it sounds phony
Rabbits were coney
Out on this island right hare
Don’t wake up the hibernating bear
He’ll spend all winter there
Asleep
- Album:
- Dial-A-Song Direct
- Phone Power
- Hate The Villanelle
- Glean
- A Dial-A-Song Radio Network Sampler
- Why?
- First Album Live
- Idlewild: A Compilation
- Nanobots
- Join Us
- Album Raises New And Troubling Questions
- Miscellaneous
- They Might Be Giants
- Here Comes Science
- The Spine
- Then
- Factory Showroom
- John Henry
- Guitar Ep
- Misc T