Way down upon the Frontrox River,
Far, far away.
That's where his plastic boat be floatin'
In the big pool he stays.....
All the world was sad and dreary,
Everywhere he roamed
Oh blockheads, how his heart grew weary,
Before his plastic boat.....
Bobbing in his own creation,
In which he floats
Now happy in his innovation:
In his plastic boat....
