Please don't let this grossness end / It's everything I am, everything I want to be / I can see what's slime now / Finding out what's goo / Since I found you / Looking through the eyes--of slugs / And now I can spread my slime / I can see the trail / As it comes up glis'ning now / Sneezing on your lettuce / Spreading out my snot / Since I found you / Looking through the eyes--of slugs. / And now I do believe / That even if they spread salt we'll wreck some greens / Knowing you're beside me I'm all right / Please don't let this grossness end / It might not come again / And I want to remember / How it feels to spread slime / How I am so yuck / Since I found you / Looking through the eyes--of slugs.