Rolling Stone magazine Sucked him dry and made him king Froggie let rip with a big burp
Mick Jagger kissin´ froggie´s lips Studying films of froggie´s hips His eyes are closed cause he´s off in a world of ecstasy Where froggie folks get the froggie scene
WATCH HIM JUMP!
The rocker doctor came downtown To write prescriptions by the pound And froggie spread it all around Got 50,000 in his flock He plays arena animal rock He can barely stand up straight but somehow he does Make his way directly to the front of the stage and
WATCH HIM JUMP!
The show is over, the band is gone The crowd is gone, his girlfriend´s gone His make-up´s all been sweated off He´s all alone He goes to fill that one last prescription The one with the deadly description He swallows it down His brain explodes, his eyes implode His tiny heart goes peuny pop His shiny legs refuse to hop He flats on down to a burning place He looks around for a friendly face The band is there patiently waitin´ For froggies´s brand new sonic creation He starts to ribbit, he starts to kick it
Rolling Stone magazine Made him cry and missed the king Froggie let rip with a big burp