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