Bib Bop and Playdoh Pop

Play doh the pooopy maniac sings that the wind=gs are made of dirt and smacking peoples chimichangas out of their hand at 6:91 in the morning with no context in the third batholemue to do so is now not grand, but he ist smacking pineapples in the back because they smell like soda and chunky bibs and not tutu Tina, lots of playdoh is rainbow because the belly sniffer keeps slapping the tutu chimichangas. grassy noodles and body sniffer like cheese. So long the poopy that is soupy because it played in the chicken noodle soup so long ago. Tinkle on my toes this afternoon because you didn't like the grand fat sumo wrestler that has been sniffed 10 octillion times by Bartholemue alone. Tutus aren't alway inside the blue cheese silly! I got stung by a wasp and it made me have a booboo on me. Long ladybugs at the crack... Crack of my... Crack of my dawn, silly. The last generation of lyrics comes to the opposite of the beginning in the following last lyrics of this something kinda way. See you in the next opposite of talking. But that is actually just a song!