Oh, whoa is MOAB what shall we all do?
Amos is leavin', makes me sing the blues.
His head wore out from all this poo
He's gettin' old, paid his dues.

:::Everyone sing with me here:::
Poor Old Amos
Brain ain't young no more!
Poor Old Amos
Adios, you philosophic bore!

He has filled our heads a time or five
With thoughts of gravity, mathmatics and jive.
Now he leaves us, with fair warning
I wish you well Old mind, hope you make it 'till morning!

:::Everyone sing with me here:::
Poor Old Amos
Brain ain't young no more!
Poor Old Amos
Adios, you philosophic bore!




(Smile)