[Intro] (music box, bubbling swamp) Gather round, gather round Come and meet the swamp folk [Verse 1] Quilligree is shy, he hides behind a stone He tastes with all his quills when he's out there on his own Blorpenthel goes blorp, he floats up in the air He munches on the mist and the thoughts that you left there [Pre Chorus] (washboard kicks in) Down in the bog where the funny folk dwell Everyone's got a story to tell [Chorus] (gang singalong) We're the misfits of the mire Splish, splash, sing a little higher Prickly, bubbly, gooey and grumpy Dancing round the swampy fire We're the misfits of the mire Never gonna let our hearts retire Come along and stomp your feet With the misfits of the mire [Verse 2] Glumkapod is grumpy, mushrooms on his back He keeps the swampy water in his soggy little pack Spoochloop paints with goo, drip drop on the ground A gooey little artist making pictures all around [Pre Chorus] Down in the bog where the funny folk dwell Everyone's got a story to tell [Chorus] We're the misfits of the mire Splish, splash, sing a little higher Prickly, bubbly, gooey and grumpy Dancing round the swampy fire We're the misfits of the mire Never gonna let our hearts retire Come along and stomp your feet With the misfits of the mire [Bridge] (rattling bones, fiddle speeds up) Here comes Thorngraxx, clackety clack Teeth and twigs all in his sack Bad decisions, one, two, three He's the silliest bird you'll ever see [Fiddle Breakdown] (fast fiddle, washboard and tuba) [Final Chorus] (everyone joins, rowdy) We're the misfits of the mire Splish, splash, sing a little higher Prickly, bubbly, gooey and grumpy Dancing round the swampy fire We're the misfits of the mire Never gonna let our hearts retire Come along and stomp your feet With the misfits of the mire [Outro] (music box, one last blorp) Goodnight, swamp folk Blorp
