Don't Pick It Up

Don't pick it up, yo!

I saw a little kid as he walked around
He picked a candy bar up off the ground
He chowed about a half and his face turned blue
Turned out the candy bar was a doggy-doo

Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say
Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away
Whao-oh, don't pick it up, I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way

You're out there makin' bacon, no scrutiny
You mess around too much and you got VD
You know you never think and you're sore today
You're gonna take it back to Californ-i-a

Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say
Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away
Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way

Don't (pick it up), don't (pick it up), don't (pick it up), don't

So...
My friend was kinda hurtin' a girl to try
He saw one looked like Pat on Saturday Night Live
It had a pair of thingies, a moustache too
Not clearly male nor female, so what to do?

Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say
Whoa-oh, 'less you can throw it away
Whoa-oh, don't pick it up, I say
You're gonna be bummed that you went that way



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Writer(s): Bryan Holland
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