And when God gave out rhythm
He sure was good to you
You can add, subtract, multiply.
And divide by two
I know today's your birthday
And I did not buy no rose
But I wrote this song instead and I call it:
Popsicle Toes
Popsicle Toes,
Popsicle Toes are always froze
Popsicle Toes,
You're so brave to expose all those
Popsicle Toes
You must have been Miss Pennsylvania
With all this pulchritude,
How come you always load your Pentax
When I'm in the nude?
We ought to have a birthday party
And you can wear your birthday clothes,
Then we can hit the floor and go explore those
Popsicle Toes
You got the nicest
North America
This sailor ever saw-
I like to feel your warm Brazil
And touch your Panama
But your Tierra del Fuegos
Are nearly always froze-
We gotta see-saw until we unthaw those
Popsicle Toes