Man, I'm tired of hearing all these
People getting grossed out,
What's the deal with this stinky pop
And when is it going to get dumped out?
The problem is, ya gotta realise
What you're doing is sickening,
I got a wiff of it
I know it's not the end.
(Chorus)
Yes, it matters
How stinky it is, gotta noose around my neck,
Dump it out now
Ya gotta realise, ya gotta have respect.
Yes, it matters
How stinky it is, I'm gonna cry,
Dump it out now
You're grossing me out, now you know why.
I have to wonder why
This stinky pop
Makes me cry,
It's making my eyes sting
Get it outta my face,
I wanna run the other way
Yeah, that's right, today
Get away from here
Stinky, stinky, stinky pop.
Stinky pop
Smells like sweaty feet,
I don't like this
Stinky pop
It doesn't have to be.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.25/2003
I wrote these lyrics as a contest poem in another poetry site. Sadly, I didn't win anything for it. It was fun writing it though. LOL
