Ting Bang Bong

Mamas don't let your babies grow up and work for Disney,
Don't let 'em wear mouse ears,
Or sing a pop song,
Don't let 'em wear belly shirts,
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If they ain't got a belly button, run.
If they ain't got a belly button, run.
If they ain't got a belly button,
Even if it's, Betty Hutton,
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Hello,
This poem's,
About jello.
Yello jello makes me mello.
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I was born
Behind a drum kit
At a comedy club
Called, 'Chuckles.'
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There they are, the itttiest socks,
Each one of them smaller
Than tiny little rocks.
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There once was a beaver;
Who was a retreiver,
Fun and cooky;
He could run, but was spooky;
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There ain't no bones in a hotdog.
There ain't no bones in a hotdog.
There ain't no bones,
Or cherry stones;
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My main squeeze,
Loves to eat cheese,
Can't drive without his car keys,
Likes to say please,
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Bread bread, I love bread,
I was bred to eat bread,
When I stick bread in my head,
I feel better fed.
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My name is Bong;
I help Ting Bang
Try to get along.
I help Ting Bang,
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Chew, chew, chew
Maybe chew a bone,
Maybe chew a shoe,
Come to think of it,
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Tics, Tics, Tics,
I hate tics.
They drink blood,
I picked off six.
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I blink,
There for I am,
I sink
There for I am,
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Ratter, ratter
What's the matter?
Riddle, riddle
With your middle?
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The littlest lizard that I ever saw
Was on my good friends porch;
He was so dad- burn small and all,
But his beady eyes shined like a torch,
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Today's the day
To bang one out,
Though I need not
Scream and shout,
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It''s round and full of jelly,
It's holding the sandwich
I ate at the deli.
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As I gaze toward the skies,
I thank God,
There are no flying mud pies.
It's bad enough dealing with flies,
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