Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs.

They are sneaking through the swamps, they are lurking under logs.

You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog.

The frogs keep hopping on.

*Chorus:  Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak

               Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak

               Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak

               The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers and their croaking fills the air.

There's no place to escape to 'cause the frogs are everywhere.

They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.

The frogs keep hopping on.

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I used to like the bullfrogs, like to feel their slimy skin.

Liked to put them in my teacher's desk and take them home again.

Now they're knocking at the front door, I can't let those frogs come in.

The frogs keep hopping on.

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They’ve hopped into the living room and headed down the hall. 
They’ve have trapped me in the corner and my back’s against the wall. 
And when I opened up my mouth to give a warning call, 
This was all I heard:

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