Grind, grind, grind, grind
Grind, grind, grind

I can bend in sixty-eight ways
I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead

I can bend in sixty-eight ways
And I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead

Grind, grind, grind
Grind, grind, grind