Follow your nose It always knows The flavor of death Where ever it goes
Terror in the supermarket Shoppers are in horror Shredded boxes in the aisles Corpses on the floor
Those who ran This joy is mine Now they're going to pay Super gory slaughter Now the order of the day! Toucan, Son of Sam!! Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids
Follow your nose It always knows
The flavor of death Where ever it goes, Orphaned at the age of five, Parental guidance missed, Reschudwich (???) Wouldn't talk to him And he got really pissed, The remittal chemicals Have driven him insane, Now we know the calling Like it's ringing 'round his brain
Toucan Son of Sam! Snap! Crackle! Pop! Toucan Son of Sam!
Part of your nutritious breakfast!
Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER J. BUSCAGLIA, GREG REYNARD
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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It really was so easy for Linda Ronstadt to score a hit with her Buddy Holly cover of "It's So Easy." She would sometimes change the lyric to: "It's so easy to have a hit, all you have to do is recycle it."