Seven Hungry Tigers

There’s seven hungry tigers in my underwear drawer
At least the last time I counted, by another probably more
I don’t care if they stay there as long as they don’t poop on the floor
There’s seven hungry tigers in my underwear drawer
There’s a snaggletooth toenail on the inside of my socks
It bites the hole in the top of my sock when I walk
And then my toe go through the hole and it hurts and that sucks
There’s a snaggletooth toenail on the inside of my socks
There’s a big strawberry on the way to my mouth
It enters up north and exits down south
It smells good going in and bad coming out
There’s a big strawberry on the way to my mouth
There’s seven hungry tigers in my underwear drawer
At least the last time I counted, by another probably more
I don’t care if they stay there as long as they don’t poop on the floor
There’s seven hungry tigers in my underwear drawer