Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Strange things in my soup,
That's what I found there.
Little tiny
things
That move around there.
Looking down I see,
They're looking up
at me.
Strange things can be seen,
They're scattered sparsely.
Strange things
that are green,
But are not parsely.
In my bowl they've made
Their
little aquacade.
Soup was meant to be
Completely free of all extraneous debris
Except
for now and then a noodle or some rice
But these things aren't nice.
See
them swimming, splashing, thriving,
Holy smoke, they're scuba diving.
In my bouillabaisse
I looked and then I
Saw a tiny face
With large
antennae
And I heard him say,
"Ooh, the soup is good today."
I let out a whoop,
I hollered, "Waiter, there are Strangers in my
soup!"
And when he came I said, "Now I'm a connoisseur,
I ordered soup de
jour."
He said, "Look, I'm just a waiter,
You need an exterminator.
You ordered soup de jour,
I knew you dug soup.
I brought the soup de
jour,
Today it's bug soup.
That explains the group
Of strangers in your
soup."
Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy doopy.
Soupy doopy doop,
Oh soupy
doopy.
Soupy doopy doop...
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