Yo, yo, yo
I was walking through the park today
I think it might be May
But it isn’t
I see two dogs fighting
I think it’d be good in writing
But it isn’t
I look up into the sky
It looks so very high
I look back down to the ground
I think it might be round
But it isn’t
oh yeh ooh yeh
I see a little brown stick
Ah, I’ll call him Rick
He looks so shiny with his stick like body
But he isn’t
I looked up at a tree
I think I might need a wee
I pull my flies down
There’s no one around
But I didn’t
I walk over to the lake
With my mars bar, twix and flake
I threw the wrapper in the bin
But it didn’t go in
Not it didn’t
Oh damn yeh. Uh-uh-oh uh-er-uh-oh-yeh oh
