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And when God gave out rhythm
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He sure was good to you
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You can add, subtract, multiply.
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And divide by two
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I know today's your birthday
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And I did not buy no rose
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But I wrote this song instead and I call it:
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Popsicle Toes
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Popsicle Toes,
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Popsicle Toes are always froze
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Popsicle Toes,
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You're so brave to expose all those
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Popsicle Toes
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You must have been Miss Pennsylvania
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With all this pulchritude,
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How come you always load your Pentax
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When I'm in the nude?
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We ought to have a birthday party
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And you can wear your birthday clothes,
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Then we can hit the floor and go explore those
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Popsicle Toes
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You got the nicest
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North America
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This sailor ever saw-
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I like to feel your warm Brazil
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And touch your Panama
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But your Tierra del Fuegos
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Are nearly always froze-
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We gotta see-saw until we unthaw those
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Popsicle Toes
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Popsicle Toes
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| Michael Franks |
