paroles de chanson Princess Poo-Poo-Ly - Teresa Brewer

The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
She loves to give them away
Now all of the neighbours they say
Oh me-ya, oh my-ya, you really should try
A little piece of the Princess Poopooly′s papaya
Now Princess Poopooly's not truly unruly
To pass out papaya each day
For all of the neighbours they say
She may give you the fruit, but she holds on to the root
And so she has the fruit and the root to boot
One bright Sunday afternoon
It was field day in her papaya groves
But when I reached the gate an hour too late
The customers were lined up in droves
So let this be a warnin′, go early in the mornin'
And it is true you'll never rue the day
The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
And loves to give them away
(One bright Sunday afternoon)
(It was field day in her papaya groves)
But when he reached the gate an hour too late
The customers were lined up in droves
So let this be a warnin′, go early in the mornin′
And it is true you'll never rue the day
The Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya
And loves to give them away
I mean papaya
She loves to give them away
I mean papaya
She loves to give them away
I mean papaya...