Once a year the squirrel stops reading about all the mayhem, craziness and debauchery and gets to actually do some himself. A lot, if the stories are true.
So, hit it boys
Risin’ up, back in the tree
Did my time, took my acorn
Went the distance, now I’m back in the tree
Flick your tail and be glad you're alive
So many times, it happens too fast
You charge through the open for acorns
Don’t lose your grip on those nuts, your repast
You must fly just to keep them yours
It’s the eye of the squirrel, it’s the thrill of the flight
Evadin' the jaws of the rotweiler
Eric sits on a limb and chitters down at him
And he’s watchin’ us all with the eye of the squirrel
Nose to ground, down on the grass
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
The watchdog's gone, his bitch is in heat
Now its time for the nuts you've dug deep
It’s the eye of the squirrel, it’s the thrill of the flight
Evadin' the jaws of the rotweiler
Eric sits on a limb and chitters down at him
And he’s watchin’ us all with the eye of the squirrel
Climbin’ up, straight to the top
Have the nuts, got your cheeks full
Went the distance, now you're not gonna stop
Just a squirrel and his taste for acorn
It’s the eye, eye of the squirrel!
Happy birthday, Eric!
