The Pits
Nothing like the thrill of black clouds
falling in the sky
They make us feel so wonderful inside
It's a dark and dismal day
The perfect holiday
This could be the start of something gray
Just look on the dark side
The worst is yet to come
We'll show you how to have some fun
We'll paint you with a frown
And always cheer you down
We'll grab you with our grimy mitts and take you to the gray and
gloomy dark and dingy grody grungy gross and greasy downright
seeping Pits.
We'll capture your colors
Soak them up in gray
Wash every bit of sparkle away
No smiles on anyone
Just faces that are glum
And people who do nothing but complain
Accentuate the negative and be a pessimist
No better place for griping than the Pits
If your full of misery
You're in good company
We'll grab you with our grimy mitts and
take you to the gray and gloomy dark and dingy grody grungy gross
and greasy downright seeping Pits.
It's gloomy and it's grand
Colors here are banned
And on your birthday every year it rains
Smog and smoke fill the air
Smelly fumes everywhere
We promise you that you'll be glad you came
Here's an open invitation to our
vacation spot
Enjoy the scenic filth, decay and rot
You'll be basking in the mist
Of the dark and grungy Pits
Just relax and have a gray old time
We'll grab you with out grimy mitts and take you to the gray and
gloomy dark and dingy grody grungy gross and greasy downright
seeping.. Honey it ain't nothin' like the Ritz...sublimely slimy
grody greasy marty martious gosh it's greasy Pits...This is the
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