Mr. Squirms

©2016 Garrett Clevenger

D He squirms all around like a worm on the ground.
D A D He is Mr. Squirms.
G D G D A He wiggles and squiggles his legs and his arms, fingers, head and toes.
D G A G D He can't sit still for long until he passes out in a doze.

D He squirms all around like a worm on the ground.
D A D He is Mr. Squirms.
G D G D A If he could fly he'd soar in the sky higher than any guy.
D G A G D If he could swim flappin' his limbs he’d join the little fry.

Chorus:

A G D He is Mr. Squirms, wiggling as he learns to use his
A G D arms, legs and body as he discerns the world
A G D that turns like a quern.
A He's Mr. Squirm.

D He squirms all around like a worm on the ground.
D A D He is Mr. Squirms.
G D G D A Flippin' and floppin' and flappin' so free. No one’s so squirmy as he.
D G A G D I try to pick him up but it's hard since he's so wiggly.

D He squirms all around like a worm on the ground.
D A D He is Mr. Squirms.
G D G D A I decide to give it a try. I lay on the ground and I squirm.
D G A G D Everyone just thinks I'm real weird. At least I'm not taciturn.

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A G D He’s Mr. Squirms.

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