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dooby doo, honey pot's not
dooby doo dee dee dee
dooby doo, (i saw ye not)
now ya got me laughin til i wet me dee

do be due, honey
pot rot'll getcha
caint know yet if i got time
(caught jes a whiff neath that stack o'whacks,
who know how long it been lyin in the slime?)

other day Hari sez he's playin in the air,
dingdong paroled as the pieman's cello chair
didn't catch the rest, they were laughin so free
seemed real pleased he'd decepted me
(strings wrapped round syncopated eclair,
i thought my neighbor'd finally gone BBC)
what a relief say they waitin on me
all this time I been losin my hair

dooby doo, honey pot's not
dooby doo dee dee dee
dooby doo, baldheaded women
now ya got me laughin til i wet me dee

do be due, honey
pot rot'll getcha
caint know yet if i'll keep this head
read what I could, now i'm packin my glasses,
be nice to take along to see whatcha said.

the robbers found my house, took the whole front door,
kicked my dog in the gut, then left to call The Whore:
humpin now to beat em to the last safe tee in this flippin blidget midwife
house o'scream.
queens dressed as beggars gotta ride every rut
and there's no room to take along a wheelchair
(can the poor boy's truck arrive somewhere?)
while my sweet sleepin cop shoots the wrong enemy.

dooby doo, honey pot rot
("just about now" don't guarantee a dee)
due be due, evisum bum
i'm heard all the way from here to kingdom come

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Originally published here

2 June 2006, Sugarpie Rabbit