Dookie
Dookie
Dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
Mom open up the door I gotta go poop
Dookie
Dookie
I gotta, take a dump so bad
That the tip of my dookie is rubbing on my pants
You better, open up the door
Before I leave stinky doodoo all over the floor
You think I'm playing
Boy I ain't playing
Cause all my farting
Is just delaying
The spicy nacho, butterfinger, chicken sandwich, double whooper
Corndog, hotdog, chicken nugget, ramen noodles
Beef taco, syrup sandwich, butter biscuit, beanie weenies
And a fried bass, coming out of my
Aye, you so nasty
I don't know if I can hold it Mom
I'm going to poop my pants
Oooooohhh nooooooo
Dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
I can feel my dookie building up inside
I can feel my dookie running down thigh
Oh no
I left something for you right by the door
Just remember one thing I am only four
Dookie
I tried to tell you Mom
You wanna feed me burgers, and hot dogs
And pizza, and ice-cream
I'm just a little kid
You know I can't hold it all in
Your son
I'm Out
Boomer
Dookie
Dookie
Dookie
Dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
Mom open up the door I gotta go poop
Dookie
Dookie
I gotta, take a dump so bad
That the tip of my dookie is rubbing on my pants
You better, open up the door
Before I leave stinky doodoo all over the floor
You think I'm playing
Boy I ain't playing
Cause all my farting
Is just delaying
The spicy nacho, butterfinger, chicken sandwich, double whooper
Corndog, hotdog, chicken nugget, ramen noodles
Beef taco, syrup sandwich, butter biscuit, beanie weenies
And a fried bass, coming out of my
Aye, you so nasty
I don't know if I can hold it Mom
I'm going to poop my pants
Oooooohhh nooooooo
Dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
I gotta go
Doodoo
I gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop
I gotta go
Dookie
Gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie, gotta dookie
I can feel my dookie building up inside
I can feel my dookie running down thigh
Oh no
I left something for you right by the door
Just remember one thing I am only four
Dookie
I tried to tell you Mom
You wanna feed me burgers, and hot dogs
And pizza, and ice-cream
I'm just a little kid
You know I can't hold it all in
Your son
I'm Out
Boomer
Dookie
Dookie
Dookie
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Writer(s): Otis Benton
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