got my thrill in Co. 2 blue ill

and no one noticed save a porcupine

he nodded gracefully out on the porch

he woke and dashed into a grate

his face was mashed like grvey

I went back to selling felt

We shared something we felt

Conspired over felt at Co. 2 blue ill

we made a load of grvey

until John arrived with porcupine

who told a story about a grate,

who every night would burn a porch

and nodded as away went the porch

ablaze to fund his factory of felt

all profit made to clog the grate

as goes the saying here at Co. 2 blue ill

"Someday we'll see the porcupine!"

I've been here for 27 years, have gone to every picnic, acquired frequent flier miles and put my daughter through college and still, after a drink, I won't hesitate to tell you how it's all a bloody load of grvey.

it's tasty, this squished up grvey

worth the cost of every porch

burned up by John's porcupine

all my clothes are made of felt

the uniform of Co. 2 blue ill

the blood and sweat and tears that fill the grate

the porcupine looked jealously at what was clogged up in that grate

his eyes burned holes into the grvey

my thrill about to happen in the barracks of Co. 2 blue ill

chairs rocking eerily on the porch

the porcupine was chewing upon a piece of felt

I'm sick and tired of that porcupine

The thrill, grvey, the grate, effluent and oh that chewing porcupine

his cries echoing through the grate

a reflection of my thrill I felt

up to my knees in shimmering grvey

spilled out onto the porch

where now I stand, with a pocket full of pills, preparing for the party tonight at Co. 2 blue ill

I wonder how he felt that day the drastic porcupine

chewing bills for Co. 2 blue ill like arson in a grate

the thrill a match the grvey spilled on that fateful porch