The Grobe

Sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry But it's a pain in the a*s 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