The ongoing adventures of a hapless singer/songwriter. Vol. 1. Episode 2.
'EARL THE SQUIRREL' page 2
Same old, same old. Gathering nuts, breaking into attics, stealing birdfood from the feeder next door...
That's not very neighborly of you, now, is it?
Screw 'em. You think I like waking up to all that bird racket every morning? I tell you, I wish I owned a shotgun.
No, really. I'd blow 'em all away. Pow! 'specially those goddamn bluejays, like to drive you crazy, all their screaching...
Some tough guy, you are. Hey, Earl, hand me that hammer, will ya?
Listen, don't think just 'cause I'm cute and fuzzy I can't kick some bluejay butt.