40 orange cookies, some are black and some are white
What would it take to make them all turn out just right?
40 orange cookies, sittin` on my bed
One took off, the others followed, went straight for my head
[repeat above verse]
Here we go
Well, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that field
Tell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels?
Well, I`ve seen myself scattered on the road
You drive over but you don`t even know
40 orange cookies
40 orange cookies
40 orange cookies
40 orange cookies, not a pleasant thought
Chuck Hoffman a.k.a. Ozob the Guru Of Mean-Spirited Hijinx
ozob@iastate.edu