The Olympics - The Slop Lyrics
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The Slop
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What Are The Lyrics For The Slop By The Olympics?
Mama did the Hully Gully
Now she's got her mop Now, let me drop this baby off To do The Slop Well She's gonna teach this baby How to do The Slop (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) So get back in the kitchen Now, with that mop (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) With some Hully Gully music on the radio (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) And put some diapers on the baby And away we'll go-whoa-ooh (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) Mama's did the Hully Gully Now she's got her mop Now, mother call this baby Gonna do The Slop That's it, Tom (Right now, we're gonna do the slop) Move a little bit, now (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) That's what I'm talkin' about (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) Go ahead, you wailin' (Right now, we're gonna do The Slop) Mama's did the Hully Gully Now, she's got her mop Now, mama's taught this baby well To do The Slop Well The baby's doin' the Hully Gully Without socks (Right now, we gonna do The Slop) So grab the baby by the hand Befo' she blow's her top ('Bout now, we gonna do The Fly) Wipe the baby's nose And pull her diaper up (Right now, we're gonna do The Slide) Oh well, I got to stop Because I'm too pooped to pop (Right now, we're gonna shoo the Fly) Mama did the Hully Gully Now she's got her mop Now, mama's taught this baby How to do The Slop Mama's did the Hully Gully Now, she's got her mop Now, mama's taught this baby Gonna do The Slop! |
Who Wrote The Slop By The Olympics?
Cliff Goldsmith, Fred Smith
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