"Pooper Skooper Man"


  I know a place where streets are scored
  And grime is never planned
  You drop on any part
  He will fling it in his cart
  Pooper Skooper Man

  He'll pick up piles without a broom
  Or right there with his hands
  Don't keep your dog confined
  When he drops from his behind
  Pooper Skooper Man

  He'll have a pleasure with the strays there
  More treasures for him to hold
  For once you have dropped a load there
  It will never, never grow cold

  And that's his home where beans and corn
  And fries are never banned
  Just think of crappy things
  And his kart will fly on wings, wherever...
  There's Pooper Skooper..  Man