Song Description

Tiny little monsters live beneath a rung, forever fighting with each other. But then disaster strikes and they must work together to solve the problem they share.

Lyrics

KRINKLEDINKS AND GRODSNIPS

Loni was a Krinkledink
Terry was a Grodsnip
They were funny little monsters living under a rug

Loni was a Krinkledink
Krinkledinks are bright pink
Terry was a Grodsnip ? Grodsnips are blue

Loni and Terry weren't that scary
they were not slimy or unusually hairy
They were way too small to be ever discovered
They were totally harmless
Except to each other

Why do people fight?
Can't we get along?
Everybody's right sometimes
Sometime's everybody's wrong
Everybody's different
Mostly we're the same
Why do people fight?
Can anyone explain?

Krinkledinks and Grodsnips
were very much alike
They both ate dust
and were terrified of mice

They had tiny little heads
and tiny little butts
And they hated each other's
tiny little guts

"Krinkledinks are ugly!"
"Grodsnips are vicious!"
"Krinkledinks smell funny!"
"Grodsnips are malicious!"
"They're dumb!"
"They're scum!"
"They fiddle!"
"They fuss!"
"We don't like them cuz they don't like us!!!!"

CHORUS

The old brown rug that made up the universe
where Krinkledinks and Grodsnips would fight
Was covered with stains and hair from the dog
that slept on their universe every night
Then two big men came along one day
Rolled up the universe and took it away
The monsters were left in the broad daylight
They couldn't see a thing
It was way too bright

"This way!" "That way!" "Try over here!"
"Oops!" "Oh, excuse me!" "I didn't see you there!"
"No problem." "Hey, what are we gonna do?"
"Let's stick together and we'll all pull through."
"But we'll freeze to death if we don't find cover!"
"We'll just stay calm and stick by each other"
"We're all agreed." "Hey, do you smell dust?"
"We must be close to something!" "We must!" "We must!" "We must!"

Krinkledinks and Grodsnips
birds of a feather
"They're pink!" "They're blue!"
"Nothing wrong with that!"

"Funny how trouble
brought us all together
happy underneath the bathroom mat!?

Why do people fight?
We can get along
Everybody's right sometimes
Sometime's everybody's wrong
Everybody's different
Mostly we're the same
And fighting's just a game
just a silly stupid game
that's not even fun to play
It?s not even fun to play
So we don't have to fight, OK?
OK! OK!
"OK, Loni?"
"OK, Terry."