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(Kinky Friedman & Panama Red)
She climbed the stairs that mornin
Found him rather pale
His eyes they were the color
Of half-drunk ginger ale.
Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
Ward, theres something wrong.
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
Beaver was a dreamer
Never got it right
Died in livin color
Lived in black an white.
Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
Ward, theres something wrong.
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong with the Beaver
Somethins wrong.