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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We strolled the lane together
Laughed at the rain together,
Sang love's refrain together
And we'd both pretend it would never end
But one day we cried together
Cast love aside together
You're gone from me,
But in my memory
We always will be together.
Oh darlin' the memory
Of all the happy moments we shared together
Will always remain in my heart
The picnics at the park,
The boat rides on the lake,
The way we danced all night,
The warmth of your kiss,
The way you held me tight
Are all part of a tender love
I'll never, never forget.
You're gone from me
But in my memory,
Darlin', wherever you are,
We'll always be.... together. |