Everyday I’m hunting for a T-bone-ant but he outsmarts me day after day
Together with his friends they laugh at me and I can almost hear them say
Oooohhh isn’t he a poor Aardvark

As I’m tracking down my lunch or running for my dinner mysery’s on my way
I fall of a cliff or I get hit by a truck and I can almost hear them say
Isn’t he a poor Aardvark

I got the Aardvark Blues and I feel so bad today

The day I was born I made this mistake I like to stuff myself with ants
Even with grizzlybears had been easier so I can still hear his with his friends
Oh isn’t he a poor Aardvark