The Grobe

Sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry

But it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go, oh

With a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie

But it's no surprise to find he don't

Put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po

And take a little sniff of the things below

Bring it to a boil and simmer low

Put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe

Watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside

Didn't get a chance to let him know, oh

Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed with the tide

Please don't let my brain explode, oh

Put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po

And take a little sniff of the things below

Bring it to a boil and simmer low

Put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe