Lyrics to Bear

Bear had to trim the hair on his back,

Beard black, eyes out of whack,

All leather straps and mountains of flesh,

Rubber shorts and snorts. He's a man-

Sized snack; he's on the cover of Bear.

He wants to be your lover; he cares what

Kind of impression he makes; he stares;

You're his obsession. He breaks bones

With his hug, his chest is like a rug, his

Face like a broken chair. He wants to

Crush you like a bug; he wants to love you

Till you break; he'll eat you like a pear,

Oh, Bear, I can't bear it! Here's a ferret,

Now go to your room! Bear! Bear!



Old King Cole was a jolly old soul,

The kind that I despise.

I rule with a whip, and I shoot from the hip,

And I wear me a Crown of Flies.



To the victor go the spoils,.

Revolution makes me boil

I rule with my gun, and

I aim for the skies, and I

Wear me a Crown of Flies.



Crown of Flies, all buzzin' on my brain,

Crown of Flies, they whisper I'm insane,

With this lard in my hair and my

Blue-bottle eyes, I'm proud of my

Crown of Flies.



I'm King of the corridor

Watch what I want

The patients all beat on their thighs

I'm locked up forever

For being so clever, and

I wear me a Crown of Flies.



So what if I killed them?

So what if they died?

My cleaver made em wise

With my box of hair and a human chair

I rule with my Crown of Flies, oh, Guffman,

I rule with my Crown of Flies.