Now here's a funny story
I hope you understand
Listen very closely
If you possibly can
It's a story of
Two popcorn kernels
In a red hot pan
One turned to the other
And said, Hey man
I'm too pooped to pop
And I ain't lyin'
I'm too pooped to pop
Just layin' here fryin'
Salt and and butter's ready
And the fire is hot
But seems like
I'm just too pooped to pop
Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop
Iowa's the state
That's where I was born
I really truly came
From a fine ear of corn
My Mama and my Papa
Were a wonderful crop
You should have seen them
Blow up when they
Put they put them in the pot
Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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