Cangrejo Paroles

leaving shadows as tips

crab signs his escape in the sand

using the only letters he trusts

poor crab.

His eyes melt into two points --

pole, compass

run, crab,

here comes grandma

carrying a stew pot

and she's learned to make fire


chorus: run, crab --

why?

here comes grandma

no way!

and she's carrying a pot

oh yeah?

run, crab --

not to the kitchen!

here comes grandma

no hot water, neither!

and she's got --

I'll hide in the sand!

a stew pot --

run, crab

nasty old lady!

here comes grandma

ha ha you old lady

and she's got a stew pot

run, crab --