Well this frog was hopping on down the road
He was thinking about courting
He had his hopes dashed too
He got squished by a car, but just his one leg
He thought, "For making tadpoles
Just one leg ought to do"
He thought, "Hm, I've been heart broke before
Left a hole you drive a [bad word] through"
He hopped on down the road
little bit further towards the [bad word] 
Now this one legged frog was just carrying on
He was thinking about courting
So he revised a sense of duty
He ran into a dog that hadn't eaten for days
And that dog bit his eye
But he missed with the bigger tooth
He said, "I can see more clearly now
Desire has a way of getting you through
Oh, I know how you loved me back then
Now it's hard to face the [bad word] 

Now this one-eyed, one-legged, determined ol' frog
He was thinking about courting
He jumped up on a log
Well, that log was infested
By some [bad word] off bees
And they stung their stingers
Wherever they could get them to
"Because I love you, what kind of [bad word] do I put myself through?"
He hopped on down the road
There is no pain this way to the [bad word] 
And by the time he got to his amphibian mate
He was so scared of pain
He thought she'd just have to wait
But she was a demanding old toad and having none of that
He saw in her eyes, "The [bad word] is here at last"
"What kind of urge could take this lily pad to the moon?
The grand old urge, but how eyes and legs can I lose?
Pleasures so painful, it seems the joy is in the pursuit"
He hopped on down the road
Knowing he finally found some [bad word]