The Finding Of The Foot Lyrics

Wckr Spgt The Finding Of The Foot

Here it is
   The thugs must have dropped it
   How lucky for us
   We would have stopped at nothing
   To get the box with your foot in it
   But luckily we stopped here first
   At the Twilight Cafe
   Where it's always twilight
   And the coffee's served hot
   Day and night
   Night and day
   At the (Twilight)
   At the (Twilight)
   Twi-light Calf-ay-e-a.