Although you think me cold and slimy
I´ve got a nice home
I´ve tasted your best guacamole
And siesta´d at noon in the cool of the soil

A worm´s life can be easy
If you lay low, out of sight

Sometimes it´s too hot for cooking
One wants just a salad
And then comes a breeze in the evening
The men light cigars and their scent fills the air

A worm´s life can be easy
If you lay low, out of sight

But then the rains come, and the ground fills with water
And I must come up to the surface for air
Then I was plucked from the wet slime
And dropped in tequila
I lay in a stupor for sometime
And one fine night I was gulped down in a shot

A worm´s life can be easy
If you lay low, out of sight