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Picking up dog poo
Picking it up
Picking up dog poo
Down at the park
Picking up dog poo
Everyday
Picking up dog poo
This makes me happy
I don’t own a dog
But I own a thousand plastic bags
And the goverment pays me
To sing a little song about it
As I do it
As I gather the excrement
Some fresh, some old
Bury the dead in the shit of your pets.
Go on, whine about it.