Deer Mice Are Pooping On My Head
[sung to the tune of “Raindrops Are Falling On My Head”]
Deer mice are pooping on my head.
But that doesn’t mean that in a week I’ll turn up dead.
Dyin’s not for me, plus
there’s only been about 400 cases of Hanta in North America
So – poop on my window sill at work
out in Burnaby,
shouldn’t bother me.
[horns – ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baa ba-ba-ba-baa-ba-ba-ba-baa-ba-baaa – repeat]