Lyrics

Miles The Frog



Well, now once upon a time when the moon was filled

and the old haunted house stood up on the hill

and down along the road by the old mill bog

came a little green critter named Miles The Frog



Now Miles didn’t like to play in the mud

‘cause he had good breeding back in his green blood

and he didn’t want to be like any other frog

lapping up flies back home in the bog



See, Miles had learned to play the guitar

So he went to the house where the big stars are

went to the door and he looked inside

and there they all were before his eyes



There was Peter the Beaver on a silver piccolo

and ten black crickets in a violin row

and Maurice the Owl sitting on the piano sayin’

“Whos set to do the next solo?”



There was a foxy lady reading for a part

and Monk the Skunk sat painting in the dark

and Vito the Mosquito with his latest review

was buzzin’ all around with a word or two



Now a fly came over and took up a chair

Miles woulda ate him up, but he was too scared

the fly looked up and said “Time to go

You’re just in time for the afternoon show.”



But Miles said quickly “I came to play”

and the fly looked up and said “Not today

You gotta make a name before you can stay

and before you make a name you gotta pay your way.”



So Miles paid a dollar and he walked inside

there were all these animals clapping in time

a man at the front was waving his hand

and every little motion brought a note from the band



Then a weasel on his right said “Oh dear

You’re only so young and already you’re here

we’re all the people who only got to cheer

and I’m just the ghost of an old trumpeteer.”



Well Miles thought it over and it didn’t take long

picked up his guitar and he went back home

married his girlfriend back in the bog

and he’s lappin’ up flies like all the other frogs



So if you see morale here you ain’t wrong

you don’t need a haunted house to sing your song

and the next time you hear a-croakin’ coming from the bog

that’s just MIles way of telling you

you can be just as happy sittin’ on a log