Mark Brine

Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine
 Chorus: IF ANTS COULD TALK This is what they’d say Look out, look out, look out!!! They’d run around screamin’  At the top of their lungs Look out, look out, look out!!!

 Last night I dreamt I was interviewin’  This ant on a TV talk show  It was so sad to watch him tell this awful sad story  Of an incident not long ago  It seems he had fathered over 3000 children  Had a wife and an anthill home too  Then he showed me a picture from an ant newspaper clippin’  Of them all stuck on the bottom of a shoe

 Now I know this all might seem very petty  But it ain’t so ridiculous ya know  Just think if there was giants  ‘N they were squishin’ us all up  Why you’d be scared every place thatcha go  You’d be waitin’ any minute to hear (squishing sound)  It’s all over as flat as a pancake ‘n you’d be stepped on  No, then you’d be grateful for me ‘N for whatever made me sing the words to this didactic ('di-did-I-cit' -intentionally mispronounced!) song©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)