The Finding Of The Foot Lyrics - Wckr Spgt

Here it is 

The thugs must have dropped it 

How lucky for us 

We would have stopped at nothing 

To get the box with your foot in it 

But luckily we stopped here first 

At the Twilight Cafe 

Where it's always twilight 

And the coffee's served hot 

Day and night 

Night and day 

At the (Twilight) 

At the (Twilight) 

Twi-light Calf-ay-e-a.