The Goops Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

The Goops, they lick their fingers, the Goops, they lick their knives
Spill their broth on the tablecloth, oh they lead disgusting lives
The Goops, they talk while eating and loud and fast they chew
And that is why I′m glad that I am not a Goop, are you?
They don't mind if you don′t like 'em, they don't care if you do
They like pinchin′, they like bitin′ and they'd love to pick on you
They′d love to pick on you
The Goops, they pick their toenails, the Goops don't wash their hair
They wipe their noses on their clothes and they don′t really care
The Goops take jelly doughnuts and stick 'em in their shoe
That is why I′m glad that I am not a Goop, are you? They don't mind if you don't like them, they don′t care if you do
They like pinchin′, they like bitin' and they′d love to pick on you
They'd love to pick on you
The Goops, they live in cornfields, the Goops, they play with bugs
Pick ′em up by the cupful and they pickle 'em in jugs
The Goops, they feast on pig feet and drink disgusting goo
And that is why I′m glad that I am not a Goop, are you?
They don't mind if you don't like them, don′t care if you do
They like pinchin′, they like bitin' and they′d love to pick on you
They'd love to pick on you