| My Pooey |
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| I looked up into the sky |
| And then it fell |
| And then it fell |
| I love the feel on my skin |
| And lovely smell |
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| Cos I'm Trudy |
| Here's my Doodie |
| And I rub it into my skin |
| Yeah, My Pooey |
| It is Gooey |
| And I'm here with it to win, win, win |
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| I love the look of this poo |
| It makes great paint |
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| Cos I'm Trudy |
| Here's my Doodie |
| And I laid one under your chair |
| Yeah, My Pooey |
| It is Gooey |
| Can't you see it ? It is there, there, there |
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| Yeah I'm Trudy |
| Here's my Doodie |
| And I'll have some please with my fries |
| Yeah, My Pooey |
| It is Gooey |
| And I know you cannot believe your eyes |