Boober_Gorg
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Since no one else has done this, here goes ... (everybody sing! )
What would we do without pockets?
Pockets are helpful and cute
You need a pocket or things might go wrong
Pockets are pals and they'll help you along
What would we do without pockets?
Where would we carry our fruit,
Keep rubber bands in,
Or put our hands in?
Pockets are pretty to boot!
I'm saying,
Everyone's clothing has pockets
Even the silliest suit
Pockets can carry a quarter or dime
Possibly pockets can help you tell time
Pockets can even be magic
Let's give a rousing salute
Pockets are very
Extr'ordinary
Pockets are really a beaut!
What would we do without pockets?
We'd have to carry things loose
You need a pocket for combing your hair
'Cause when you're finished, your comb goes in there
Many things come out of pockets
Things you could not reproduce
Pockets can help you, but listen out there
There could be trouble, so stranger beware
That lots of things go into pockets,
But never tomato,
No, not tomato,
*giggling* Mister, oh, please, oh, no, ... ooh.
One of Raposo's finest little-known compositions.
What would we do without pockets?
Pockets are helpful and cute
You need a pocket or things might go wrong
Pockets are pals and they'll help you along
What would we do without pockets?
Where would we carry our fruit,
Keep rubber bands in,
Or put our hands in?
Pockets are pretty to boot!
I'm saying,
Everyone's clothing has pockets
Even the silliest suit
Pockets can carry a quarter or dime
Possibly pockets can help you tell time
Pockets can even be magic
Let's give a rousing salute
Pockets are very
Extr'ordinary
Pockets are really a beaut!
What would we do without pockets?
We'd have to carry things loose
You need a pocket for combing your hair
'Cause when you're finished, your comb goes in there
Many things come out of pockets
Things you could not reproduce
Pockets can help you, but listen out there
There could be trouble, so stranger beware
That lots of things go into pockets,
But never tomato,
No, not tomato,
*giggling* Mister, oh, please, oh, no, ... ooh.
One of Raposo's finest little-known compositions.