Icabod Crimson
Words and music Cosmically received from the universe via Erin Thompson
All rights reserved, Copyright to Erin Thompson 1998
Icabod Crimson, he's my lover boy,
Mr. Icabod, Icabod Crimson,
Icabod Crimson, he's a gentleman
Mr. Icabod, Icabod Crimson,
Icabod pica odd Ica ica baod cood
Will you be my Icabod Crimson?
I like to be with Icabod Crimson.
He likes to do the same things I do.
We climb up trees and we play darts.
We like to eat and talk about farts.
He is happy being himself.
Jumping off rope swings into the water,
Prancing through the forest like an elf.
He is happy being my date.
We like to go out Moutain Climbing,
Cook a huge dinner, stay up late.
He likes to pack a picnic lunch.
We buy sandwhiches, put them in a basket
I will make some brownies to munch.
Icabod Crimson, he's my man.
Mr. Icabod, Icabod Crimson,
Find him for me if you can!
Doodle oodle crimson flick a light a choo!
Body ica nod bod clawed wad icabod
Funny finkle hob nob I love you.
I'm not asking for a lot.
I just want my Icabod Crimson.
Mr. Nobody's the one I've got.