Woah, Poopie, don’t worry
You’ll get your lettuce tomorrow
Poopie, what’s the hurry?
I know that you’re filled with sorrow
But it’s okay, you know
’cause Sylvia loves you more than Joe
Woah, Poopie, don’t worry
You’ll get your lettuce tomorrow
Poopie, what’s the hurry?
I know that you’re filled with sorrow
But it’s okay, you know
’cause Sylvia loves you more than Joe