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And when God gave out rythm |
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He sure was good to you. |
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You can add, subtract, multiply and divide... |
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By two. |
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I know today's your birthday, |
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And I did not buy no rose. |
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But I wrote this song instead and I call it, |
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"Popsicle Toes". |
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Popsicle toes. |
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Popsicle toes are always froze. |
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Popsicle toes. |
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You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes. |
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You must have been Miss Pennsylvania |
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With all this pulchritude. |
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How come you always load your Pentax |
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When I'm in the nude? |
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We oughta have a birthday party, |
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And you can wear you birthday clothes |
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We can hit the floor |
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And go explore those |
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Popsicle toes. |
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You got the nicest North America |
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This sailor ever saw. |
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I'd like to feel your warm Brazil |
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And touch your Panama |
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But Your Tierra del Fuegos |
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Are nearly always froze. |
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We gotta see saw |
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Until we unthaw those |
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Popsicle toes. |
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Popsicle toes. |
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Popsicle toes are always froze. |
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Popsicle toes. |
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You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes |