Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Log-Lair
In west Logadelphia born and raised
On the logground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out sliddin' cloggin' all cool
And all logging some log-ball outside of the school
When a couple of anti log shills who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my loghborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in log-lair."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she clogged my logcase and slidd me on my way
She gave me a log and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Logman on and said, "I might as well slidd it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking log juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the logsters of log-lair living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're throte unclogged, logs on low, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this loglet?
I don't think so
I'll see when I slidd there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of log-lair
Well, the plane of logs landed and when I came out
There was a anti log shill who looked like a cop standing there with my log out
I ain't trying to get clogged yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like logning, slidded
I whistled for a log and when it came near
The license plate said "Andy's Shit" and it had logs in the mirror
If anything I could say that this log was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to log-lair."
I slidd up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the loggie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of log-lair
