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Don't pick it up, yo! I saw a little kid as he walked around He picked a candy bar up off the ground He chowed about a half and his face turned blue Turned out the candy bar was a doggy-doo Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away Whao-oh, 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 Californ-i-a Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way Don't (pick it up), don't (pick it up), don't (pick it up), don't So... My friend was kinda hurtin' a girl to try He saw one looked like Pat on Saturday Night Live It had a pair of thingies, a moustache too Not clearly male nor female, so what to do? Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way
Writer(s): Bryan Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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