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when stinky was 7 years old |
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did everything he was told |
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and tried his best to fi in with the crowd |
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got picked last for schoolyard games |
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never called him by his name |
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always fell short of makin' his mom proud |
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now stinky's got it all planned out |
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he'll show them now that he's no clown 'cuz |
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stinky's all grown up |
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but he's still aggravatin |
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stinky's all grown up |
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but all his friends still hate him |
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stinky's all grown up |
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and he's tired of waiting for his day to come |
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most kids have toys, stinky had rocks |
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couldn't seen to match his socks |
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the dirtmarks on his right arm stayed the same |
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went to summer camp each year |
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carried with him just one fear |
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that someone would show up |
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that knew his name |
