Winnie The Pooh - The Backsong Song Lyrics
It's a giant creature with a tailHere, I'll draw a piglet in full scaleNo, d-d-dearIts hide is like a shaggy rugIts face a surly ugly mugWith two sharp horns atop its headBetween a mop of hair, the dreadOhAnd in it there's a ring of goldIt smells of monkey's feet and moldIt's toes are black, it's fur is blueI swear that all I tell you is not made upThe Backson, the BacksonThe Backson, the BacksonOh noBut Owl, what does the Backson do?Yes, Owl, what does the Backson do?Hmm, what does the Backson doI'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinkingAnd now I will tell youThey sneak into your libraryAnd scribble in all your booksThe Backson, the BacksonWe don't want the BacksonWhen decorating your Christmas treeThey tangle up all the hooksThe Backson, the BacksonWe are afraid of the BacksonThey spoil the milk, they stop all the clocksThey use their horns to put holes in your socksThe BacksonsThe one who's putting holes in our socksTell us more about what Backsons doYes, more about what Backsons doMore about what Backsons doWhy don't we hear some thoughts from you?Maybe they make you sleep too lateYes, yes, that's good, that's greatI bet it's the reason my tail's goneYou're on a roll, go on, go onThey muddy up your tidy houseThey make you feel as small as a mouseThey break your crayons, they spill your teaThey wake up babies at one and threeThey made me catch the cold I caughtThey made me lose my train of thoughtThey swipe your stripesThey clog your pipesThey dig up your gardenThey don't beg your pardonThey eat your snacksThen won't relaxThey take your toolsThey steal your youthAnd now you know the horrible truthThe Backson, the BacksonThe Backson, the BacksonOh noOh yesHuh?I know exactly what to doWe'll find things Backsons are partial toLike books and dishes and socks and toysYes, everything that a Backson destroysThen we'll dig an enormous pitAnd make the items lead to itHe'll fall in and we'll get our friendsAnd this horrible nightmare can come to an endThe Backson, the BacksonThe Backson, the BacksonGo home and search your closetsBring everything that you canThe Backson, the BacksonWe're gonna catch the BacksonWe'll save Christopher RobinBy following rabbit's pathThe Backson, the BacksonWe'll save Christopher RobinWe must be brave and have no fearSo to the death we'll persevereWe'll search from the sun till the light of the moonAnd if everything goes well, we'll be back soonBack soonBack soonSounds like BacksonBack soonWell, well, good luck, everyone
