Released on January 1, 2003

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Bear had to trim the hair on his back

Beard black, eyes out of whack

All leather straps and mountains of flesh

Rubber shorts and snorts

He's a man-sized snack;

He's on the cover of Bear

He wants to be your lover; he cares what

Kind of impression he makes; he stares;

You're his obsession. He breaks bones

With his hug, his chest is like a rug, his

Face like a broken chair. He wants to

Crush you like a bug; he wants to love you

Till you break; he'll eat you likе a pear

Oh, Bear, I can't bear it! Hеre's a ferret

Now go to your room! Bear! Bear!

Old King Cole was a jolly old soul

The kind that I despise

I rule with a whip, and I shoot from the hip

And I wear me a Crown of Flies

To the victor go the spoils,.

Revolution makes me boil

I rule with my gun, and

I aim for the skies, and I

Wear me a Crown of Flies

Crown of Flies, all buzzin' on my brain

Crown of Flies, they whisper I'm insane

With this lard in my hair and my

Blue-bottle eyes, I'm proud of my

Crown of Flies

I'm King of the corridor

Watch what I want

The patients all beat on their thighs

I'm locked up forever

For being so clever, and

I wear me a Crown of Flies

So what if I killed them?

So what if they died?

My cleaver made em wise

With my box of hair and a human chair

I rule with my Crown of Flies, oh, Guffman

I rule with my Crown of Flies