The Pits (sung by Murky and Lurky)

Nothing like the thrill of black couds falling in the sky/ They make us feel so wonderful inside/It's a dark and dismal day/ The perfect holliday/This could be the start of something great/ Just look on the dark side/The worst is yet to come/We'll show you how to have some fun/We'll paint you with a frown/And always cheer you down/We'll grab you with our grimy mits and take you to the gray and gloomy dark and dindgy grody grungy gross and greasy downright seeping Pits.

We'll capture your colors/Soke them up in gray/Wash every bit of sparkle away/No smiles on anyone/Just faces that are glum/ And people who do nothing but complain/Accentuate the negative and be a pessimist/No better place for griping than the Pits/If your full of misery/You're in good company/We'll grab you with our grimy mits and take you to the gray and gloomy dark and dindgy grody grungy gross and greasy downright seeping Pits.

It's gloomy and it's grand/Colors here are banned/And on your birthday every year it rains/Smog and smoke fill the air/Smelly fumes everywhere/We promise you that you'll be glad you came

Here's an open invitiation to our vacation spot/Enjoy the scenic filth decay and rot/You'll be basking in the mist/Of the dark and grundgy Pits/Just relax and have a gray old time/We'll grab you with out grimy mits and take you to the gray and gloomy dark and dindgy grody grungy gross and greasy downright seeping.. Honey it ain't nothin' like the Ritz...sublimyly slimy grody greasy marty martious gosh it's greasy Pits...This is the Pits!

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