Frisky Bop - White Lotus

I'm here, Frisky Bob,
Frisky, frisky dad,
Frisky, Frisky Bop is there

all your animals, Frisky Bob,
weren't in my bed...
Frisky, Frisky Bop is there

oh my girls, my soul...
stuck in your stack,
heat in eyes and legs...
Frisky Bop is there

I'm dreaming with the moon,
light my fire is coming soon...
we are making our free-doom
on the fire of Frisky body's dead