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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I love you baby and I want you to be my girl
Well, come on baby let's go downtown
Run, jump, kid around
I love you baby and I want you to be my girl
Well, come on baby I love you so
I will never, never let you go
Come on baby will you treat me nice
Please don't put my love on ice.
I love you baby and I want you to be my girl
Come and take me by the hand
Tell me I'm your lover man
Well have fun, just we two
You for me, me for you, oh-oh
Well, come on baby I love you so
I will never, never let you go
Come on baby will you treat me nice
Please don't put my love on ice.
I love you baby and I want you to be my girl
Come and take me by the hand
Tell me I'm your lover man
You for me, me for you,
Well have fun, oh, oh, oh
I love you baby and I want you to be my girl
Well I love you baby, love you baby
Love you baby, I love you baby
And I love you baby and I want you to be my girl.
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