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Lyrics: Offspring, The. Don't Pick It Up.

Don't pick it up, you!



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 doggy-doo.



(Chorus)

Whoa, don't pick it up I say,

Whoa (oh), unless you throw it away.

Whoa (oh), don't pick it up I say.

Your gonna be bummed that you went that way.



Your out there makin' bacon, no scrutiny.

You mess around too much and you got VD.

Your know you'll never make it, your sore today.

Your gonna take it back to Cali-for-ni-a



(Chorus)

Whoa, don't pick it up I say,

Whoa (oh), unless you throw it away.

Whoa (oh), don't pick it up I say.

Your gonna be bummed that you went that way.



Don't pick it up! (Don't pick it up!)



Sooo...

My friend was kinda hurtin', a girl to try.

He saw one that looked like Pat on Saturday Night Live.

It had a pair of thingies, a mustache too.

Not clearly male or female, so what to do?



(Chorus)

Whoa, don't pick it up I say,

Whoa (oh), unless you throw it away.

Whoa (oh), don't pick it up I say.

Your gonna be bummed that you went that way.