Follow your nose, it always knows
The flavor of death where ever it goes
Terror in the supermarket, shoppers are in
horror,
Shredded boxes in the aisles, corpses on the floor,
Those who ran, this joy is mine, now they're going to pay,
Super gory
slaughter now the order of the day!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of
Sam!!
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.
Follow your nose, it always knows
The flavor of death where ever it
goes
Orphaned at the age of five, parental guidance missed,
Rice Crispies wouldn't talk to him and he got really pissed,
The
remittal chemicals have driven him insane,
Now we know the calling like it's ringing 'round his brain,
Toucan Son of
Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan
Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Part of your nutritious breakfast!
