To Doop

Don't let your heart get to your boots

Sourpuss sister

Take a walk under the juice

Kick a few dumpsters

Fussing your spit

He ain't worth the kickin'

When you're tired of coping

Go pony riding

Better yet, seduce

(Ooh)

Your guide instructor

With a little bit of luck

(Ooh)

He comes from the equator

Cruising and surfing

(Ooh)

Round the whole world, daughter

Dream of your life

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Be two times brighter

It may be crowded out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But I don't hear no sound

But my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

It may be pouring out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But every fallin' drop of sky

Is my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Oh, oh, oh

Enthusiastic, passionated

Red-head sailor

Former Argentina's

Female bartender cow

Business school just wasn't cool

So you dropped out of class

Indiana Jones ain't but a fool

Next to you, ginger badass

Private pilot, Spanish fluent

(Ooh)

Smelly scarlet

Cinder monster, bake me dinner

(Ooh)

Onion, garlic

No, no, no don't shoot or shout

(Ooh)

You know I didn't mean it

Let's go, go, go to the garden, where

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

We can bake our lunch trout

It may be crowded out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But I don't hear no sound

But my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

We may be boring out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But every fallin' drop of sky

Is my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Oh, oh, oh

If ever harm comes to your loot

Sugar puss sister

Wont you sing along this tune?

Make you feel better

Just in case you didn't know

Baby girl I love you so

Whenever spirits get too low

Hop into my cookie dough

Peanut butter jelly on my nose

(Ooh)

You got soaked from head to toes, toes

(Ooh)

Toes, toes

Mexican burritos, daily dose

(Ooh)

Salsa dripping on your clothes, clothes

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Clothes, clothes

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

There ain't a thing in the world

(Ooh)

A single harpy or turd

Able to ruin or blur

(Ooh)

Today is your day my girl

Langoustine on your fur

(Ooh)

A flock of jolly sea birds

There ain't a thing in the world

(Ooh)

It may be crowded out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But I don't hear no sound

But my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

We may be boring out here

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

But every fallin' drop of sky

Is my own

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

There ain't a thing in the world

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

That shoots my 'dorphins no, I'm high

On my throne, no

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Them harpies and turds

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Won't have their way with me

Stoned on ozone, no

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)