Intro: G A x 2

G Though you think A me cold and slimy
G I’ve got a A nice home Eb2
Em I’ve tasted your A best guacamole
G And siesta’d at A noon in the cool of the Bm soil

A Eb2 worm’s B2 life can be G# easy
If he Eb2 lay B2 low, out of G# sight

G Sometimes it’s A too hot for cooking
G One wants just a A salad Eb2
Em And then comes a A breeze in the evening
G The men light ci-A gars and their scent fills the Bm air

A Eb2 worm’s B2 life can be G# easy
If he Eb2 lay B2 low, out of G# sight

Instr: G A Em A – Eb2 B2 G#

C# But then the rain F# comes,
And the ground fills with G#m water
C# And I must come F# up to the surface for G#m air…

G Then I was A plucked from the wet slime
G And dropped in te-A quila Eb2
G I lay in a A stupor for some time
G And one fine night A I was gulped down in a Bm shot

A Eb2 worm’s B2 life can be G# easy
If he Eb2 lay B2 low, out of G# sight

Outro: Eb2 B2 G# x 2