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Ha, ha, ha, haaa, check out this bizarre Rabid style made by me, J to the T, you bring Money, I'll get you skating, this is not a plaything Maybe stay within your lane to keep hospitals waiting Industry been watching, our facts of life blossom, from Big bang to jeopardy, kinda like Mayim Bialik Since we made it awesome, lots of haters lost some Posers all adopt the style, because they want some Cops tried to stop some, rippers with their prop guns Lucky that we got a grip and don't get up and mob some Only sport that every cohort, is supposed to flop some Envy me like MVPs or lsd and drop some Lackluster and wanton, shipwrecks set to rot some Derelict problems - lagan, jetsam and flotsam, we're staying alive, opposite of playing possum Shit's changed a lot son, the Industry is on one The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The biz, it goes on, it goes on Hey there everybody and regardless of your partying Some of us are old enough to be the culture guardian Not saying I'm smarter than, aged like Atari and Represent the plain states, LAX to La Guardian When I started riding, skating was arising Variflex was dying, Nash was high and dry and Powell started thriving when Peralta retired and Santa Cruz was shining, SMA was Blinding H-Street was surprising, Hensley was my guy and Anything he was trying Natas was no complying, Sliding into slappies and spinning on fire hydrants Hook-Ups were beguiling, Birdhouse started flying Thrasher was reciting, the letter of the vibe and Baker Boys were high and, Zoo Yorkers were fly and Vans was driving, while Vision's license was expiring Nike tried climbing in with, no rider mileage But they're still surviving, just one more Goliath Red Bull keeps on hiring, and Monster is a tyrant Money keeps us hungry enough they can do the firing In the end, we make the rules they must comply with The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The industry, is goin' off The biz, it goes on, it goes on If you kill the metaphors and inside jokes, all I'm saying is Without us, they got nothing, never forget that We don't need them, they need us In the end, middlemen don't matter Skate to create, DIY or Gator die Let 'em try, don't think, just ride Rip in peace, Jonas Wray, Phil Shao And of course, the greatest of greats, Biz Markie

Drive past some shack, looking like a box Stepping on the gas, I don't wanna get shot Jetting fast, catching cats, doing what I want It's Capo's ass, that's my man, buying up the block Fresh off papers, I made a way with a Lot a weed, coppers stole my ganja on some highway Robbery, seeking to wager a favor, maybe get a Property, gotta roll the dice, if I wanna play Monopollie, had a chance to flow, so I took it to a Loan shark, got the advance to go, booking on my Own arc, skating and rapping until I happened into Board talk, copped Baltic Avenue, rehabbed it to a Boardwalk, crypto gotten gains, started sizing up the Block chains, Joe's got some back hoes, bulldozers and Stock trains, all these damn ams skating, making too much Yard waste, swam the Mediterranean, drained it for a Park Place, see boards everywhere, I need boards Everywhere, carry three boards with me, drinking Keefer and Perrier, got Christian Slater hair, rock top notch Skater gear, KDHX let me put their antenna here Pirate radio's in the air, not every single Neighbor cares, if you see Gabe near, make sure he's looking Very scared, stay the fuck away from here, next time I'm not Playing fair, hog tie you up, onto the train tracks and To a chair, still get B & O from a Short Line, No more court time, weed and skateboarding is no crime It's go time, Reading Railroad goes by the Cooler Complex, community chest is so kind Shout out to the Always Hard guys and my man Bryan The learning curves, slow grinds on my own dime All roads lead home, when you pave Rome with lime Adding bromine, helps keep the stoke alive Now that I got the block locked, it's like a gold mine All mine, yup, it's all mine Once I connect these vertebrae, it's all spine Vying for best in the state, greatest of all time Bob Cassilly pride, Frank Lloyd fucking Wright 3,6,9, Tesla divine These pumps are forever primed Skaters by design dude, don't shoot Now we jumping off the roof, do, do, do, do

Lurking as a lark, for the pure enjoyment, or Working at the park just to get your boys in All spots exist to skate, and destroy them Adrenaline, sex or drugs, pick your poison Getting your fix from 10,000 flowers Or hitting your tricks for 10,000 powers The fog of my war from 10,000 showers Logging installments of 10,000 hours Killing old codes, Xbox to locked chests, ceasing The search for Animal Chin and Loch Ness Some feeling old, wishing to adult less Competing for gold, if you can pass a drug test Anarchist athletes who win those lottos, and Find soulmates who swallow whole bottles Party goers put on the brakes and slow throttles Wind up in pole position - call 'em roll models Tunnel vision is the norm for a cyclops Or, if you're into boards and buying blocks For the sake of skating itself. Lord why not? Use your wood, before you end up with dry rot Change happens, don't let it begrudge you Some become men, others become dudes The laws can't be undone, just because you come to Don't homophobe, long boarders need love too Scavenger hunting, clips and a script Managing one thing for furthering bliss Gathering yunguns for these nerve-ending whims Probably gonna need plenty of surgical pins Leaving black and blue prints like Blues Clues or Doing Yutornados to bruise crews You know? To go there, you are what you ate I think, therefore, I am what I skate Crusty or smooth, kinky or straight Don't take it personal, this is the way Carving up cake with the pros all day Cops showed up, cause the neighbors are lame First time? Let it slide and forgive 'em, but If they're trying to keep us off the grind, evict 'em The truest way to exist - barter system You know what your problem is? Yeah, narcissism No excuses, like pumping the loops, or City politics got you jumping thru hoops Rumor mill full tilt, dumping the scoops, if your Mind's full of shiz, guess you're nothing but poop Vain glorious stuff to get into My man's Delorian is clutch when the rent's due Straight notorious, don't let a father bend you Sk8 Liborius, the saga continues

Kickflips, man, what a concept Ollie, a lil' flick, and land on it A board is difficult enough, just to stand on it I'm gonna have to tough it out, I plan on it '88, slated as double infinity I made skating my thing, cause it doesn't limit me Forged with fire, and soaring dragon energy Born a wood tiger, this cat's got tremendous chi Fourteen, and loving every minute of it More dreams coming true, like sticking manny shuvits Danny Way's my age, and up and coming Going pro for H-Street, jealous, but still love him Any day child, I'll figure out how, to Land this trick, like the Mack came the town Running these streets, and ready to take a bow Come on feet, step it up, let's make it now Fuck you! By now I shoulda stuck you Is my grip tape done, or is it these dumb shoes? All I got is clues, like a gumshoe This shit is unlearnable like kung-fu Fuck me! Until I get lucky, I'm a Poser, and all these motherfuckers are above me Seems like it's just me, out of everybody Come on board! You're supposed to be my buddy Fuck off! Is it me, or am I a dummkopf? Is this how Jordan feels, losing a dunk off Every time? My brain's fried like tater tots Every line I try gets stymied by this skater block Fucking hell! This is not going fucking well My stock is plummeting, don't make me fucking sell Seven months of talk, nothing to fucking tell Like I'm dyslexic, still trying to fucking spell Holy shit! I nearly landed it Don't get too excited yet, keep practicing Damn that was close, stay focused, keep tracking it It'll be the key to my city, once I'm handed it Golly gee! Another rad attempt Ollie, ollie income free, like I'm tax exempt This'll be the best me I've ever been Try number hundred and three, and I'm spent Wake up again, hit the pavement Take a big breath, visualize making it Not quite, but close, just take it in No more monkey business, no more aping it Unlock the code, bit by bit Wearing out my clothes, fit by fit Patiently awaiting to get my gift Then... Landed! Oh my God, I landed it Like an alien from a half pipe planet What a year, I could barely stand it Haven't hit puberty yet, but I manned it Whew! I took my board and slammed it Over one thousand flips before I finally snagged it So many sad trips and over blown gaskets, I Laid it and hatched this trick, like an egg in a basket No wonder, all these up and comers had quit Almost two summers I spent, mad as shit To think some states banned this, as if! One blink, and I'm a skater for life, that's it That's the shit

Always hard, carving every last carbon shard Silica forged, masonic youth, basilica charged Italiano born, pasta carbonara Our plants fuck you up - little shop of horrors Skipping past the whores, finna fiord explore her Flipping boards, more tricks conscripted in the torah Moon walking over runes, borealis aurora Nuke Nagasaki, puke soddom and gommorah Dune, shoots from muadib's aura Making stone out of sand, we're terra-forming Spice from the worm, to harness electric storming God's gift with true grit it takes to make a foreman Conquer the desert in general, stormin' norman And climb cliffs like vets storming normandy Normally, normies can't touch us morally Boring me, shut your glory hole cheeks and pour the 'crete Always hard, always hard Always hard, our word is bond and always ours Like good slappy curbs that are always scarred Once upon a try, there's nada reward, but Once you try 10,000 times, for 10,000 hours It's on, adversaries get the gong Piss off back to your sewing circle-jerk, spin the yarn Our only victory is building, willing to brave the norm There's a lonely history of sissies betting the farm No regrets, that's French, a coward with arms No forgetting the war men who profit off the harm Survival of the fittest isn't the best for the barn Before we blow the roof off, the calm before the storm When our bus pulls up, get on, but If you're a dick or a cunt, get the fuck off We respect more action, and less talk Except for Bedwell, long as he's talking, he's the boss Tony Danza! He's Tony Danza, you know what I mean Always hard, always hard Ay yo Adrian, we won

I was gonna go skate today But I couldn't put the plate away The pipe kept calling my name That was June, now it's May Just got fired from my job They caught me on the nod It's alright, I wanted time off Then my ex-boss got robbed I'm trying to eat something Actually, I don't need nothing As long as this speed keeps coming My dealer hooks up the brethren He used to skate too Won a contest, made the news Then he got hooked on booze And they kicked him out his crew Last trick I learnt, can't remember My clips had a fireish ender I used to love Neil Blender Back in '83 December He had the best style Made me wanna copy, and test it out Then I caught West Nile That's was caused me this mess mouth I'm alive, but damn tired Can't drive, my tags expired Downhill, I'm a go-fast rider Long as I kill those glass spiders I'm paranoid of the shadows The people watching me are assholes I ain't afraid to wrassle But going outside's such a hassle Some day…

When he's Down and out, he has to talk it out, but the Voices in his head, try to drown him out Inebriation hurts, he found it out Meditation works if there's no sound around Get off the couch, for a walk about Get out the house, get outta town Better than taking it out on your spouse Or using more drugs than the law allows If only he could sit down and plan it out He just wants to get down and have it now Accrue the clout, and do the bows Turn the party out and move the crowd And what he found out is, this is now his Job, sounding off on topics that allow him to Talk, common ground lots like a roundabout Turnabout is fair play to loud mouth airplay When airplanes with snitches are fair game to business Taking trains hinders their aim the kill the witness He made gains with crypto, encrypted like Egyptians And takes the reins when schizos forget their prescriptions Done with Love, his Missus is his mistress Both are doves hawks are not allowed on the premises Up above, they own the sky until it finishes Down below, their home is none of your businesses Keep the circle close like nemeses Make believe, once he makes friends with his Takes it on the cheek, but no blemishes Three strike rule, then you get banished It only happens when they go treacherous He has to, revoke their bro membership, we're Teammates, bettering, sisters and brethren Dream mates, who finish each other's sentences

Shoot, if I do it, I do it This is the all-star list If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it Any of these guys will do it, they helped get it done Bedwell, Frenchy, Brownie, Jimmy Anthony, Skelly, Matthew, Binky Adam, Eddie, Jordan, Kenny Cameron, Andy, Brian, Sammy Chaz, Pat, Eli, Raph Sean, Zack, Daniel, Rasp Nick, Nate, Eliot, Tate Shelton, Dave, Connor, McCrae Ben, Crucial, Dane, Kari, Boar, Louie, Aidan, Jabari Capo, Mark, Randall, Joey Wyatt,Trog, Michael, Tony Space, Grindz, Joker, Raney Brad, Brady, Bruce, Casey Dieter, Peter, Tweestopher, Stiv Uncle John, Emillio and Tim If I do it, I do it, that's them If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it Attention you filthy animals We're not finished yet Report back to the Cooler as soon as you can Before I can't afford ya If I gotta do it, then it's gonna get done If you wanna barter, then it better be fun Nothing hits harder than landing on a bum Vagrant ollies are as cheap as they come Safe in the fold, go share a hug If you're going bald, don't wear a rug Definitely rough compared to some Asking what's up, like Wheres The Rum All we wanna do is skate this place Honoring the rules to create this pace Christian skaters, will pray for grace Haters can sit on satan's face, we All graduated, for making the grade Waking up late, still chasing the day Party on Garth, party on Wayne Showing our sass, and showing our age If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it If I do it, I do it

Vertacular, skater vernacular Not for every blader, a hater spectacular Massive handrails are extracurracular Passive bails, better than lunching your sacular Skatelite riders, skate quite higher Wheel biters tend to generate slight fire Caveman sliders are instinct deniers, but No riser misers guarantee trip wires Skate betties who skate are heady Steady as she goes, and gently, deadly Medleys of everready lines are heavy, and it's Tempting to veg on anything but veggies President Hawk leads the boardroom talk He skidanked his legs, but can still air walk Healed with homie hype, no balks Anarchist monopolists bought the blocks Your up against gravity hacks, do the math Stuck up activists who prove the path Speed wobbles suck, some drugs are bad Karens don't care, honeybadgers laugh Yearning to turn that exclusive course Learning curves by using the force Lose your computing when improving scores, like Cooler duty, Chop Louie doing chores All of these mates on training grounds Sponsor me tapes still making the rounds From Southern Cal to Puget Sound Mecca, Medina and Houston bound Any idea, they have to tackle Many might see 'em as manic rascals Every night dreaming 'bout radical passels Apple dapples keep the doctor less hassled Sick, you did what I wish I could, not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good Daps when you break your bones on the wood Maps to the skaters, Holmes in the hood Get those 900s landed by midday. I want footy on my desk by this evening. Get your content up brothers, no excuses. Snoochie boochies. All good? Gucci.

Come on board, no more tries, let's get her Ow! Fuck! Right in the shitter! I did not consent to that mister! Stab me like that again, you're going in the wood chipper Again Fucking hell, I'm trying to get this shit I'm sucking well, like my friends with benefits Attempt after bloody attempt, killing myself I won't shoot and tell, like William and them Again That is until I make it of course, And Then I'll have to take my clips straight to the source My love for this board is hard to divorce, and I Want our club to score more than par for the course Again I'm not a golfer, got nada game Don't go to doctors, even in a lotta pain When my ride doesn't function in the proper way, I Tend to get grouchy, like winning nothing on Oscar day Again Come on bro, come on fam I know we can go where no man has Not on flow, but I know I can, I know I can Hit a grand slam out the park when I go to land Again I played ball, no longer all in it Coach caught me skating after I called in sick (I am) Now I'm the player and the ref, that's all win-win If my soldier follows orders and falls in, lickedy-split Again I'm not a dick, like some skaters are But I'll focus this stick, if it doesn't make par This shit is difficult, I got eight scars Two twisted ankles, and jammed fingers from skating so far Again How do these tards keep on practicin'? Are they into self-harm, like some masochists? Am I handicapped, cause I can't stand this shit? Did Tiger's dad have to slap him to master this? Again Fuck this madness, I'm not having this Bastard won't obey my commands, like I'm asking it Last attempt, and then I'm grabbing it and snapping it Lands the trick, oh my God, I landed it Mom, mom, I landed it Get the camera, get the camera quick Oh my God, I know I can land it again And again, thank God I didn't take the piss I love this, I love this shit, I love this Fucking fuck, I fucking love this shit Thank you God, thank you for giving me this I'm doing this forever, I'll never quit

In today's episode of history in the making We explore skateboarding In particular, the urethane revolutions of the 1980s And how they affected change Slash and turn, on some average curves, be Sure to wear pads or don't crash and burn Downhill bombers didn't trust the burms Freestylers weren't concerned with being food for worms Old school rippers had exclusive cliques Listening to punk rock, dipping the Smiths Pipes full of good hitting acid licks Ride up the wrong hood, your man was kicked Sidewalk surfing was like a new age High on the way from wave to wave Ollies were around, but not yet the rave Cruising thru town was a still lazy day California set new precedents They traded rip curls for pool cement Style was the king of the contest vet, but some Robots brought tricks not invented yet Vert got crowned as most important Pools were downgraded to purist but potent Tours cross country had lucrative moments, for the Cool kids at least, not their putrid opponents Older heads all became jealous pricks, when the Youth forged ahead bringing hella new tricks Was it their age or their balding heads? Some kids were forced out and told to get bent Money was a nothing to the aging set Running from the law, often chasing death Competition mattered, but it came and went Culture vultures kept on taking their reps Posing occurred, faces bled Most got scared when the streets ran red, only Those of the hardcore faith were left, would Skating survive, or was this the end? Penultimate at first, it became the church Ramp riding birds got knocked off their perch The streets were on fire, left vert in the lurch Unusual suspects went from last to first Videos became quintessential for birth Especially in climates with perennial girth Masonite cost a lot more that it's worth Asphalt was preferred best surface on Earth Earlier on, McTwists got you a purse, but Hand plants couldn't satiate their thirst Flamboyant clothes were replaced with terse, if you could Ollie trash cans, you were king of the universe Big companies were looking like lurks Treating everyday skaters sort of like serfs Big money makers making something off quirks, now You could go to jail for skating the wrong turf Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick it, feel the pop Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick, feel the drop Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick it, feel the pop Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick, feel the drop

Have you been to Fiji? Come, come again, come see what we Built for ourselves like me, me, me Elementary, A, B, C, D, it's the St. Louis Fiji BnB Masons behave in 333s Made in the ways of the ADDD Specialty needs meeting frequencies for a Spectrum, seeking these freakish beings Pissed off creeds, of we we we Peeing in the pools, tee-hee-hee Fiends for some concrete PCP Ruthless dreams like Eazy-E Believe me, or don't believe me, it's T-N-T, like AC DC Living in the city, we need these scenes Even the police let Fiji be It helps when they live next door The Cooler is one big store Live music and lots of boards, we Kicked out the bitches who got too sore They were jealous, that we got to soar And called the cops, so we went to war Daring to stop us, such a bore Karens, busybodies, fuck you whores It just goes to show in due course, when you Love thy neighbor, you can't do more Lore been blowing up since the Dew Tour We fenced in the porch when cement got poured Skate at your own risk, so hardcore Explore this culture, that's more than an art form Naysayers hating we weathered the storm Whether they like it or not, it's our norm Meet Norm aka Fiji born in 2022 From me to you and yourn Bring your wood, like Bjorn Borg Oh, that is so good

Hey you wanna play Skate? You playing? You guys, you wanna play skate? Y'all are playing? I'll play Can I play? I'm really good If you can do a kickflip, I can do a kickflip If you can do a heelflip, I can do a heelflip If you can do a switch flip, I can do a switch flip Even though I missed it, I'll go and learn it real quick If I can do a front flip, you can do a front flip If I can do a blunt lip, you can do a blunt lip If I can do a front shuvit, you can do a front shuvit So what if you tripped up? We still seem to love it If you can do a nosebone, I can do a nosebone If you can do a ho-ho, I can do a ho-ho If you can do a pogo, I can do a pogo If you miss your primo, I'll forgive you bro bro If I can do a half cab, you can do a half cab If I can do a fast plant, you can do a fast plant If I stick saran wraps, you can stick saran wraps Even if you can't catch it yet, I'm sure you'll bag that If you can do a tre flip, I can do a tre flip If you can do a stale fish, I can do a stale fish If you can do a gay twist, I'll just let you claim it Politics are not invited, when we're playing skate If I can do an indy, you can do an indy If I can do a shifty, you can do a shifty If I can do a misty, you can do a misty Unless you had no hands, then I wouldn't do a misty I don't have to dance man, skating is the facts ma'am Altruistic and anti-climactic for the tax man Going skating keeps you bustin nerves like a battle plan Procreating and touching some curves like a mammogram Don't do it for me and, don't do it for them Choosing you, makes a better life and better friends, in Stead of following the flyest, stick to setting trends This athleticism gets better and never ends

Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, wake, wake, eggs and bake Colloidal silver in your shaky Coffee, Kush and pastry That's a morning in the making Get up, don't be down with all the hating Get up, ask me now, believe me maybe Get up, get a life, why are you waiting Get up, bro, it's time to go skating Get up, mega ramps and then you're flying Get up, on the heels of Koby Bryant Get up, good concerts when you're vibing Get up, and stay up like meth heads before they're dying Get up, come back to us friend, it ain't over Go get some rest and stay sober With big bird, snuffleupagus and Grover No Manolo, Scarface or Sosa Get up, sunrise on the horizon Get up, like my Signal on Verizon Get up, like Bitcoin after your buy in Get up, like soccer players, when they're all diving

Hey Mom! They put me on You know, my local skateboard shop I practiced and practiced a lot My tape got watched and they gave me a spot I know it's not your favorite thing But it's happening, I'm making my dream Come true, and you of all people can see, a Regular nine to five just ain't for me So, what's it gonna be, are you gonna hate, and Criticize your offspring, until I move away, or Can you please accept that my choice isn't fate? All I wanna do is skate and skate and Skate this board all day until the paint fades Or it breaks, or I catch a rain day Or I take a fall with such great pain I ave to hit a hospital for some lame stay I can heal, I'll make it stick Don't worry for real, I can take a lick I know I'm still little, but I will make it big There's no maybe mom, baby this is it

Spark that jint, keep it lit Embark on a path that's steep as this Don't be afraid, don't reel it in Know that grade, go feel the dip Explode on the pavement, reek of it Show those bros whose team this is Grow cojones and swing the dick Goals to be scored still need assists Stoke that flame, keep it lit Stroke that dame, til her knees give in Blow that fame, go be legit Troll that game, be a beast in it Hold that place til your keeping it Grow that space til their peeping it Know whatever they think isn't this Otherwise they'd be the king of it Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive How dark can it get before dawn? How hard can it get to stay calm? What do we care if they don't play fair? Face the fear, throw your hands in the air Tear down walls that shouldn't be there Spare all souls that want to be spared All of us know, that we wanna be here Or else, we wouldn't be here, we wouldn't be here Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Run, get along, get along, get it on, get it On, don't worry 'bout none we'll see Come bring it on, come bring it on, gonna be a Long one bruh, sing along with me Dum, diddy dum-dum, here we come, come have Fun, rum-pa-pum-pum once, you'll be Ready the for ones who need the most love, when they Come from a scene that's not so fun Ugh, give 'em some hugs, and not just One, they've been waiting for it, praying to Above, hoping some comes, looking for A dove, the hawks want some, and not just Bugs, we're on a different plane and they can't Come, until they admit that we're all One, it's a done deal as long as it's Done, only love, only love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, only Love, love, love, only Love, love, love, love Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive Only love, only love, only love, only love Only love, only love, only love, only love

Just the good old boys, never meaning no harm Fighting with the law since skating was born, but now it's a sport Making the curves, bombing the hills Someday death is going to catch 'em but for now, the law went and chilled Paving their way, with some 'crete and a trowel Making the impossible possible long as gravity will allow Just the good old boys, wouldn't change if they could Riding the system on some urethane wheels and wood

Today on animal planet, meet Ted See Ted here, see Ted there Ted could be anywhere, now he's square in the Dojo, outside's a no-no, very rare, little Evidence of a ginger kyoto, not just any hair Here pretty kitty, no need for a spare Teddie's plenty, and there's critters to snare He's like an itty-bitty, little bear When he's on his back with his paws in the air Ted doesn't talk, let alone rap Ted doesn't take walks, he's a cat Doesn't have a want, doesn't need a strap This is his kingdom, this is his trap This is what he can versus what he can't get There is no tad bit when it comes to catnip Some tell it as is, he passes as if Ted doesn't yell, he scratches-n-sniffs His stickers hurt, thorns of an orange rose Smells like blood, your own, the more you know He's a gatekeeper, Fiji is his home He's a great sleeper, if your aura is known Everyone that's anyone, knows about Ted He's a loved and well respected feline friend Knows cat-fu, not afraid to throw hands Scratches eyes out, so it won't come back again Just protecting the territory He goes and gets the vermin before they set their moorings Sometimes in between walls, carpets and floorings Ted knows these things already, basic, at best boring Don't bore Ted, he finds it uncouth He'll pad away, that's him being aloof If you're lame, he'll let you know the truth, and When your gone, his little paws raise the roof That's Ted