(Kinky Friedman & Panama Red)
She climbed the stairs that mornin`
Found him rather pale
His eyes they were the color
Of half-drunk ginger ale.
Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
“Ward, there`s something wrong.”
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
Beaver was a dreamer
Never got it right
Died in livin` color
Lived in black an` white.
Faithful as a Magnavox
Hung-up on a song
She cried down to the breakfast nook,
“Ward, there`s something wrong.”
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong with the Beaver
Somethin`s wrong.