Doodlebug’s lyrics for Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir 3 bags full. One for the bastard, one for the lame, and one for the little girl who lives down the drain.
DB: “Mama, can you help me write a note?”
Me: “Sure, what do you want to say?”
DB: “Dear Mama, I’m sorry I said I don’t love you. I just love you.”
Goofus: “Mama, your breath smells like old french fries.”
Me: “Goofus quit playing with your penis at the dinner table.”
Goofus: “I’m not playing with my penis, I’m playing with my ‘esticals.”
Goofus: “Mama? How come grown-ups don’t like to have fun?
Me: “What do you mean? Grown-ups have fun.”
Goofus: “I know they have fun; I said they don’t like to have fun.”
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