Terry Anne was a rice cake Hear head had nothing to do Seventh son of a seventh son Daffodils and pineless quills Terry Ane, she loved them all But nothing has the power of that claw
He contemplates his next moves In squishy silence, he rides on
Terry Anne was a sumo fan Oil wrestling a one armed man Clueless to the passenger She ventures off to win that dance Her powers are the result of that claw
I pistol whipped her in the jaw Aftershave in her hidden cave
Swivel, swivel, swivel, swivel
Competition, no inhibition What's this crazy lady thinkin'? She's wigglin', she's jigglin' There's a gigolo a signalin' Simple human beings will never understand the things I've seen My claw creates entire races, pack them up and ship them places Fools who try to use my claw will find the flaw Resides in their own narrow sight, I'll kill them all
Swivel, swivel, swivel, swivel
Fed up, Agent Embryo ripped Terry Anne in two Slimy, passed out, spent little man lying in clear view Onlookers were horrified by what they thought they saw
Realizing the claw is gone
Francois, Francois, Francois