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From the recording Boulevard
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