I saw a little kid As he walked around He picked a candy bar up Off the ground He chowed about a half Then his face turned blue Turned out that candy bar was doggy-doo Don't pick it up I say Unless you can throw it away Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way
You're out there makin' bacon No scrutiny You mess around too much And you got vd You know you never think And you're sore today You're gonna take it back to california Don't pick it up I say Unless you can throw it away Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way
My friend was kinda hurtin' For a girl to try He saw one that looked like pat On saturday night live It had a pair of thingies But a mustache too Not clearly male nor female So now what to do Don't pick it up I say Unless you can throw it away Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way
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