My name is Chorby,
If you don’t know then I think you’ll know me shortly
From Seattle – now I battle in the territory
Of Yellowstone by the bone lake
Make trouble for it own sake, so don’t underestimate
I’m wet behind the ears and and green? Don’t be oblivious
I’m not a kid - I’m amphibious, you idiot!
I don’t swing the bat like a tadpole:
Chorby got soul and Chorby got swoll
Wasn’t always so!
I arrived in Yellowstone in a sourdough
Mr. Townsend, do you know the postal code?
Where my blood type can be 0 No
And as Above and so Below
A shorty’s game can surely grow?
I’m jam packed; a ton of hon in a fun size
Hit a run in and you spell it CHO RBI
Yeah I’m Short but I pay upfront, alright?
My charge card’s wooden and it never gets declined
Flip the bird to an ump; I don’t mean to be foul
But what the hell: here’s one hundred and twelve (yer out!)
I choose violence!
I snag it like a fly for the vit’mins
See your eyes wide, crying’ - are you frightened?
Don’t! It’s just my hype man brings the lightning to the diamond - it’s exciting
See he’s royalty, no need to explain
He knows what he does
WEATHERMAN:
(I make it rain)
(I like green things and I make em grow)
(So a magic frog friendship’s up my alley, y’know?)
Can I cut in? (Sure)
I wanna let em know about my coven (oh cool)
Me and Ez and Wheels are really something
A triumvir’te gonna bludgeon every ball
O’er the wall, and we look good (stunning)
Trade mitts, give the blaseball, take the oven
Too hot to handle, stuff the mantle with trophies by the dozen
Don’t sweat it’s, just Magic girl shit it’s
Just about the baddest bitches to ever raise a pennant
Bonk Jokes on the bone xylophone
Play us out, gonna rout’m: as above so below
Chorby Short, Chorby Long
Chorby got big, and Chorby got strong
Chorby Short, Chorby Tall
Chorby got the long ball, make you drop your damn jaw
Chorby that, Chorby this
Chorby’s a blessing and a gift
Chorby Hocus, Chorby Pocus
Chorby leaves no trace, gotta kept that focus
Chorby Short, Chorby Long
Chorby got big, and Chorby got strong
Chorby Short, Chorby Tall
Chorby got the long ball, make you drop your damn jaw
Chorby that, Chorby this
Chorby’s a blessing and a gift
Chorby Hocus, Chorby Pocus
Chorby leaves no trace, gotta kept that focus
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