I saw a little kid As he walked around He picked a candy bar up Off the ground He chowed about an half Then his face turned blue Turned out that candybar was doogy-doo
CHORUS: Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say Who-oh! Unless you can throw it away Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way
You're out the makin' bacon No scrutiny You mess around too much And you got VD You know you never think And you're sore today You're gonna take it back to California
CHORUS: Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say Who-oh! Unless you can throw it away Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way Don't pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
My friend was kinda hurtin' For a girl to try He saw one that looked like Pat On saturday night live I had a pair of thingies But a mustache too Not clearly male nor female So now what to do
CHORUS: Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say Who-oh! Unless you can throw it away Who-oh! Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way