Baby You Can Poop My Car

January 7, 2011

Little deuce Poop

I don't know what I ate

Little deuce Poop

I don't know what I ate

Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down

But I've got the largest wad of poop in town

When something comes up to me he don't even try

Cause if (it) had a set of wings man she'd smell like a fly

She's my little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

Little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

Just a little deuce poop with a flat head mill

But she'll walk a Thunderturd like she's standin' still

She's ported and relieved and she's strokin' four

She'll do a hundred and forty in the top end floored

She's my little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

Little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor

And she purrs like a kitten till the late pipes roar

And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid

There's one more thing I got the ex lax daddy

And comin' off the line when the light turns green

Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen

I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer

When I get rubber in all four gears

She's my little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

Little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

She's my little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

Little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

She's my little deuce poop

I don't know what I ate

vertsk8er419 · January 7, 2011

the flowers that bloom in the warmth of the poop

are there to be eaten by everyone.

January 7, 2011

put your can in the air and poop straight up

for one second your poop goes straight up homi

but then it comes down hard and jungles up the street

policeman won't arrest you if your cans' in the air

and you've got poop on the move to that intestinal beat

**encey** · January 7, 2011

And IIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiEEEyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Will allllllways

loooooove pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Will allllllllllways

Lovepooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooppppppppppppppppppoooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Will allllllllllllllllllll

Waaaaaayeeess

Loooooove PoooOOoOOooOOooOOOO@@@@@pppppppppppp! *sax solo*

January 15, 2011

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, poop,

Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, poop,

Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, poop,

We're gonna poop around the clock tonight.

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon,

We'll have some fun when the plop strikes one,

We're gonna poop around the clock tonight,