| Something's Wrong With My Trudy (With Poo) |
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| Yeah |
| My daughter's unwell |
| Was locked in a cell |
| Because of her poo-based behaviour |
| She |
| Would relentlessly |
| Put crap over me |
| I thought only doctors could save her |
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| My wife passed and I lost hope |
| And Trudy bless her couldn't cope |
| She washed with faeces never soap |
| With poo |
| Yes poo |
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| Yeah |
| My patience was spent |
| Then after she went |
| I had my own personal breakdown |
| She |
| Moved in with her nan |
| As I understand |
| Before causing havoc around town |
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| Something's wrong with my Trudy |
| I saw her dance maniacally |
| She's so strange you would all agree |
| With poo |
| Yes poo |
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| I just wish for better days |
| I Keep an eye on her always |
| How she lives I am amazed |
| With poo |
| Yes poo |