Fog
There's a little childRunning round this houseAnd he never leavesHe will never leaveAnd the fog comes up from the sewersAnd glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fastGrow up fastAnything you want it can be doneHow did you go bad?Did you go bad?Did you go bad?Somethings will never wash awayDid you go bad?Did you go bad?