Yo, yo, yo

I was walking through the park today

I think it might be May

But it isn't



I see two dogs fighting

I think it'd be good in writing

But it isn't



I look up into the sky

It looks so very high

I look back down to the ground

I think it might be round

But it isn't



oh yeh ooh yeh



I see a little brown stick

Ah, I'll call him Rick

He looks so shiny with his stick like body

But he isn't



I looked up at a tree

I think I might need a wee

I pull my flies down

There's no one around

But I didn't



I walk over to the lake

With my mars bar, twix and flake

I threw the wrapper in the bin

But it didn't go in

Not it didn't



Oh damn yeh. Uh-uh-oh uh-er-uh-oh-yeh oh