The mushroom people are always dreary.
They never smile and they’re never cheery.
They build their houses under rotting logs
And spend every day in the stinking bogs.
I think you’d be likely to wear a frown
If you had to live in the mushroom town.
The mushroom people are always dreary.
They never smile and they’re never cheery.
They build their houses under rotting logs
And spend every day in the stinking bogs.
I think you’d be likely to wear a frown
If you had to live in the mushroom town.