MR. POOPAY (SONG)

A song for the unwanted "houseguest" inspired by a few late (and perhaps delirious) nights with Presley ;) Like this? You'll love NEW 2nd CHANNEL!! bit.ly/ELLE2
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LYRICS:
Mr. Poopay, you're not welcome anymore
So please allow us to show you the door.
I said excuse me Mr. Poopy, you're not welcome anymore
So please allow us to show you the door.
You show up uninvited and ask to spend the night
I said all right, but the uncomfy sofa bed will have to suffice.
1, 2, 3 days later, I still haven't used this fancy paper.
I thought you were my friend
But if you stay any longer I'm charging you rent
So work it out, lets work, work it out.
Just not when I'm driving, waiting in line or out and about (yikes).
But when I get home, you've got to go
It's the end of the show
I'm lockin' the door
You're not a very good guest
'Cuz on the way out I know your gonna leave a big mess, SO...
Mr. Poopay, you're not welcome anymore
So please allow us to show you the door
I said excuse me Mr. Poopy, you're not welcome anymore
So please allow us to show you the door.
We went jogging together
We drank lots of water
We tried all those pills prescribed to grandmother
We talked about weather
We ate cauliflower
Why didn't you tell me
You're allergic to fiber
You make me so uneasy
I'm directing you out like Martin Scorcese
It sounded like you were leaving
But those sounds downstairs are so deceiving
Work it out, let's work, work it out
Work it out, let's work, work it out
I said excuse me Mr. Poopay, your'e not welcome anymore
So please allow us to show you the door.