Rotting Raccoon (apologies to Beatles)

Now somewhere in the middle of the road in Knoxville
There was the dead body of a rotting raccoon
And one day somebody’s car ran over his dead body
Hit dead rocky, made him fly, Rocky didn’t like that
He lay rotting in the ditch
Mangled, bloated, stinky and forgot
He made the women gag and the children cry…

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