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