There are times
When you find
Lobsters in a bucket
Can't climb out
Why won't they climb away?
Because other lobsters
Pull them down

Cherry pits and paper clips
And people talking smack
Giant squid will come right up
And pull your train right off the track
Mammoth broom swoops on down
And sweeps you in a whole

Friends help each other
Anyway they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along

People too, me and you
Can also be like lobsters in bucket
It's all just one big mess
Please don't be a lobster
Friends are best

Making lunch for the baseball bunch
While playing violin
Feeding bands to giant clams
That's where the fun begins
Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes
Hone those whittling skills

Friends help each other
Anyway they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along

Friends help each other
Anyway they can
When you're up at bat
They'll be your biggest fan
If you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
For all your friends to sing along