| Shittin' in the mornin' sun
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| I’ll be shittin' here 'til the evenin' come
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| Watchin' my turds fall in
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| That I take 'em back out again, oh I
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| I’m shittin' off the dock of the bay
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| Watchin' my great big turds float away
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| Shittin' off the dock of the bay
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| Makin' a big stink (Listen)
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| I ate some black eyed peas, Georgia
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| Oh and they makin' me feel so sad, yeah now
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| And everytime I have to use a bathroom
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| It hurts my rear end so bad, so bad
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| So I’m shittin' off the dock of the bay
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| Just watchin' my turds float away
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| I’m shittin' off the dock of the bay
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| Just wastin', wastin', oh
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| (Go ahead, son, you ain’t goin' out to heaven no how)
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| I, I, I, I-I, oooh now, yeah, uh
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| I see the lady in the front row keep
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| Askin' me what it is we playin'
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| This is our theme song, baby
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| For the next show I’m gonna sing the words to it
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| Start weird world for the weird people
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| Second show, O.K.
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| Next we’ll do a thing by
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| A young man that ain’t been on the scene
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| In quite a while, Mr. Major Lance
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| We’re gonna do a little thing was written by
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| Mr. Curtis Mayfield and The Impressions
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| They call it «Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm»
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| We call it the fart song, toot-toot-to-toot-toot-toot
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| Go somethin' like this, yeah, uh
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| Shucks |