I saw a fat trash panda and she'd had a few
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, and fuzzy tails, and agile hands
Old leather boots
They jumped so high, jumped so high
Then the lightly touched down

I saw them in a bar in New Orleans they were
hiding out
They looked to me to be a tender age
as they all snuck out
They took my lunch, took my lunch, I laughed
then I watched where I stepped

I fed the young trash pandas and they ran a bit
across the floor
They grabbed my hands and spread their stance
They jumped so high and then they chewed their heels
I let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back a coat on the ground

Baby trash pandas, Baby trash pandas
Baby trash pandas…
man

They ate from cans at carnie shows and county fairs
throughout the South
Some spoke through tears of 15 years how their dog and them
sported about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after that the vet said rabies

Most people glance at every chance in county parks
for snacks and nips.
But most the time I spend minding my bottom line
'cause I was nearly bit

I shook my head, and as I shook my head
I heard someone asking please

Baby trash pandas, Baby trash pandas
Baby trash pandas…damn