If you don’t love this song, you are ridiculous, you hear me, son?
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler I’m heatin’ high-five in a daze, no split With a yawn I trip to the dawn Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It’s clear, rattle to the roll Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y’all And let’s zip on by Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let’s zip on by
Feed on a weed and we’re feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin’ quick
Come on, there’s no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
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