| Larry Lightning |
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| When this man |
| Bent down for his glove |
| On a rainy day |
| Got struck from above |
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| He was hurt |
| And his hair was fried |
| All his clothes were burnt |
| Others thought he died |
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| Now when he's had his fill |
| And when his anger builds |
| He shows his extra skills |
| It's true |
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| It's Larry Lightning |
| It can be frightening |
| His butt is tightening |
| As the bolts shoot out of his hole |
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| On his own |
| As they all avoid |
| All the people know |
| Don't get him annoyed |
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| Now when he's had his fill |
| And when his anger builds |
| He shows his extra skills |
| It's true |
| |
| It's Larry Lightning |
| It can be frightening |
| His butt is tightening |
| As the bolts shoot out of his hole |
| |
| It's Larry Lightning |
| It can be frightening |
| His butt is tightening |
| As the bolts shoot out of his hole |