"Bug Gut Goo" lyrics - ROGER COOK

I'm drivin' through the night, when in the headlights
I see a swarm of bugs comin' my way
One by one then two by two,
They hit the windshield - turn to goo, bug gut goo

Splat, splat, splat the bugs are flat
Road-kill on a grand scale
Red, yellow, green even aquamarine
An icky, sticky bug cocktail

Maybe its fate or they're searching for a mate
But they keep on coming to the lights
As they pile up they start to block the view
Stick to the wipers like Elmer's glue

Splat, splat, splat the bugs are flat
Road-kill on a grand scale
Red, yellow, green even aquamarine
An icky, sticky bug cocktail

When I stop for gas and clean the glass
There's a potpourri of bugs on my grill
It's as good a collection as you'll ever see
A mighty nice slice of entomology

Splat, splat, splat the bugs are flat
Road-kill on a grand scale
Red, yellow, green even aquamarine
An icky, sticky bug cocktail

A yucky, ucky bug cocktail
A bug gut goo cocktail