| The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
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| She loves to give them away
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| Now all of the neighbours they say
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| Oh me-ya, oh my-ya, you really should try
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| A little piece of the Princess Poopooly’s papaya
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| Now Princess Poopooly’s not truly unruly
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| To pass out papaya each day
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| For all of the neighbours they say
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| She may give you the fruit, but she holds on to the root
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| And so she has the fruit and the root to boot
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| One bright Sunday afternoon
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| It was field day in her papaya groves
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| But when I reached the gate an hour too late
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| The customers were lined up in droves
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| So let this be a warnin', go early in the mornin'
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| And it is true you’ll never rue the day
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| The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
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| And loves to give them away
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| (One bright Sunday afternoon)
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| (It was field day in her papaya groves)
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| But when he reached the gate an hour too late
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| The customers were lined up in droves
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| So let this be a warnin', go early in the mornin'
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| And it is true you’ll never rue the day
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| The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
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| And loves to give them away
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| I mean papaya
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| She loves to give them away
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| I mean papaya
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| She loves to give them away
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| I mean papaya… |