Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.

Strange things in my soup,
That's what I found there.
Little tiny things
That move around there.
Looking down I see,
They're looking up at me.

Strange things can be seen,
They're scattered sparsely.
Strange things that are green,
But are not parsely.
In my bowl they've made
Their little aquacade.

Soup was meant to be
Completely free of all extraneous debris
Except for now and then a noodle or some rice
But these things aren't nice.
See them swimming, splashing, thriving,
Holy smoke, they're scuba diving.

In my bouillabaisse
I looked and then I
Saw a tiny face
With large antennae
And I heard him say,
"Ooh, the soup is good today."

I let out a whoop,
I hollered, "Waiter, there are Strangers in my soup!"
And when he came I said, "Now I'm a connoisseur,
I ordered soup de jour."
He said, "Look, I'm just a waiter,
You need an exterminator.

You ordered soup de jour,
I knew you dug soup.
I brought the soup de jour,
Today it's bug soup.
That explains the group
Of strangers in your soup."

Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Soupy doopy doop...

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