Picking up the trash
Growing in the yard
(Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much)
I invented all the [?]
(Too much, Too much, Too much)
[?] of my house
Picking up steam
And pieces of trash
And they can ride me
And they can ride me
(Go now, go now, go now...)
(Go now, go now, go now...)
Yeah they can ride me
(Go now, go now, go now...)
Well look it up
We could have fun
Watcha' doing there
I look it up
Fortunate I
(Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much)
Is one of the young
(Too much, Too much, Too much)
I look to them
Running and up
Freshest to grow
Trying to grow
Just as a thing
(Go now, go now, go now...)
Lay in the ground (You ought to get along with [?])
Freshest of grass (We could get along in the sun)
I invented all the [?] Picking up the trash Growing in the yard (Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much) I invented all the [?] (Too much, Too much, Too much) [?] of my house Picking up steam And pieces of trash And they can ride me And they can ride me (Go now, go now, go now...) (Go now, go now, go now...) Yeah they can ride me (Go now, go now, go now...) Well look it up We could have fun Watcha' doing there I look it up Fortunate I (Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much) Is one of the young (Too much, Too much, Too much) I look to them Running and up Freshest to grow Trying to grow Just as a thing (Go now, go now, go now...) Lay in the ground (You ought to get along with [?]) Freshest of grass (We could get along in the sun) Explain Request ×
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