Buy one bonnie tank
And buy some bonnie flies
For the din-ner time of yer toads, mon
They're free, and I do love,
To raise 'em on the sly!
For a bonnie, bonnie trip, I'll lick toad, mon

Oh
Ye'll lick the white toad
And
I'll lick the gold toad
And I'll be convulsin' afore ye
Morphine and my blue blood
Will never meet again
For a bonnie, bonnie trip, I'll lick toad, mon

'Twas then that I farted
In yon lady's face
As I bent, bent down, to my toad, mon
"Dear,"
She gurgled,
"Phew,
oh your colon's ill wind blew,
From ye moons comin' out in the gloamin'!"

Oh
Ye'll lick the white toad
And
I'll lick the gold toad
Hal-lu-ci-na-ting we shall both be
Cocaine and my blue blood
Will never meet again
For a bonnie, bonnie trip, I'll lick toad, mon

The wee toadie sprang
Like a tight wire spring
And in swamp-green water went leap-ing
Now my toadless brain kens
A sober think again
For its chemicals have ceased crazy bleatings

Oh
Ye'll lick the white toad
And
I'll lick the gold toad
And stu-pe-fied toad-men we'll both be
Acid and my blue blood
Need never meet again
For a bonnie, bonnie trip, I'll lick toad, mon