So we slave away all day, at work or play,
And shower at night before hitting the hay.
When the shower is finished its powder the bum,
And all of those parts that never see sun.
There am I, without a stitch on, lookin' at tum,
Not at all pleased with the shape I've become.
And there is Young Willie, white as could be
It frightened me - he's gone all pale you see.
Well, what a ridiculous sight, a white Willie Winkie,
Horrible white when he should have been pinkie!
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