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Poppin'
Wheelies
Black light on the wall,
strobe light tick-tick-ticking
Swaysies got a watch that really takes a
lickin'
Grab a carpet rake, Jake, and run it through the shag
You can
stand in line and wait for the feelies, I'm poppin' wheelies.
Yellow
smiley face, Bonaduchie busses
Have a sugar coated honey cone keep on
truckin' princess phone home day
You can be what you like on a banana seat
bike
You can stand in line and wait for the feelies, I'm poppin'
wheelies.
Freddie got the funkie and ordered us a monkey
From a
page of a comic book
The monkey went to classes wearin' X-ray glasses
And a Daniel Boone 'coon plume on the top of his little monkey mop
Gold Key comic books, Alfred on the Mad mag
Mod Squad on the wall, and a
yellow bean bag chair
Hair-Bear got his bunches, got his boxes full of
lunches
You can stand in line and wait for the feelies, I'm poppin'
wheelies.
Freddie got the funkie and ordered us a monkey
From a
page of a comic book
The monkey went to classes wearin' X-ray glasses
And a Daniel Boone 'coon plume on the top of his little monkey mop
You
are the Kukla to my Fran, the Jane to my Rusty
The G.I. to my Joe, the Go
West to my Jane
On a Willie Wonka road, with a giant fucia toad
And a
checkered vest and shiny spats and a Cat In The Hat kinda hat
Freddie
got the funkie and ordered us a monkey
From a page of a comic book
The
monkey went to classes wearin' X-ray glasses
And a Daniel Boone 'coon plume
on the top of his little monkey mop.
©1999 by Kara Barnard
All rights reserved, lyrics reprinted by permission.
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