Now here's a funny story
I hope you understand
Listen very closely
If you possibly can
It's a story of
Two popcorn kernels
In a red hot pan
One turned to the other
And said, Hey man
I'm too pooped to pop
And I ain't lyin'
I'm too pooped to pop
Just layin' here fryin'
Salt and and butter's ready
And the fire is hot
But seems like
I'm just too pooped to pop
Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop
Iowa's the state
That's where I was born
I really truly came
From a fine ear of corn
My Mama and my Papa
Were a wonderful crop
You should have seen them
Blow up when they
Put they put them in the pot
Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop
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The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
I wanna hug and kiss you for a while
The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
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You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
You're so doggone mean I wonder why?
One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see
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