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Long ago, there was Will
Nothing else
The universe was void and without form
Giant raccoons lurked the shadows
Will, the one man, chased every last foul beast into the uninhabited
Desolate planet, later known as Earth
To forever lay dormant and protect the garbage of the universe
To this day, Will remains in the heavens
Ever-vigilant, keeping watch over the lonely planet filled with raccoons

As I stepped out the gate, I looked around
It sure felt good being back on the ground
And I sure just can't wait to see
How many raccoons there are in Germany
Chased all the raccoons in my homeland
Let's see how many there are in Deutschland
Looking for a place where I can start again
So I checked into the jugendherbergen

Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen

First day in Munich, not a single lotor
So I thought maybe I'd be a Frankfurter
Moved through Berlin, Hamburg, and Dusseldorf too
But I still couldn't find a single raccoon

Hill
Dill
Dill pickle
You're fickle
You play the fiddle
That's why you come from the south
Even though you are a man of the mouth
You eat small mouth bass
Jake eats bass
He plays a bass and you play a truck
With a duck
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Long ago, there was Will
Nothing else
The universe was void and without form
Giant raccoons lurked the shadows
Will, the one man, chased every last foul beast into the uninhabited
Desolate planet, later known as Earth
To forever lay dormant and protect the garbage of the universe
To this day, Will remains in the heavens
Ever-vigilant, keeping watch over the lonely planet filled with raccoons

As I stepped out the gate, I looked around
It sure felt good being back on the ground
And I sure just can't wait to see
How many raccoons there are in Germany
Chased all the raccoons in my homeland
Let's see how many there are in Deutschland
Looking for a place where I can start again
So I checked into the jugendherbergen

Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen
Willard in the jugendherbergen

First day in Munich, not a single lotor
So I thought maybe I'd be a Frankfurter
Moved through Berlin, Hamburg, and Dusseldorf too
But I still couldn't find a single raccoon

Hill
Dill
Dill pickle
You're fickle
You play the fiddle
That's why you come from the south
Even though you are a man of the mouth
You eat small mouth bass
Jake eats bass
He plays a bass and you play a truck
With a duck
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Writer: Donald Pinner, Jacob Iwankovitsch, Jon Wasiel, Ryan Anderson
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