Rubba-dub Bubba in the
Big round tubba.
Rub Bubba down,
The big fat clown.
Big Bubba stinketh,
My nose does thinketh.
Throw Bubba in the tub,
N’ go scrubba-dub-dub.
When Bubba comes walkin’
The pigs start talkin’,
“Take me back to
Some clean fresh air;
Back to my sty
Where I can breathe hereby.”
“I might drown in the tub,”
Sez ole funky Bubba.
“Soap and water
For me don’t get along.
Let me waddle in the mud
And smell my own crud.
Don’t put me in the tub
And go scrubba-dub-dub.”
So Bubba is miles and miles away
Cuttin’ the cheese in his Chevrolet.
Don’t throw him in the tub
And go scrubba-dub-dub.
Just leave him astray
And stay far, far away.

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Nelson D Reyes
plus de 2 ans

Far away beyond the cesspool horizon!

Like. Thanks Robert.

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