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Who Put Their Pecker In The Taters

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  • Опубліковано 7 лип 2024
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    In a rollicking tune that turns a midnight snack disaster into a town-wide mystery, this song hilariously captures the chaos that ensues when someone discovers an unthinkable prank in the fridge. Our protagonist's late-night craving for taters takes a nosedive upon discovering an unspeakable act of culinary sabotage. The chorus rings out with incredulity and disgust: "Who put their pecker in the taters?" Determined to find the culprit, he questions the townsfolk, only to be met with baffled denials and a bemused sheriff. As rumors spread and laughter fills the air, the small town turns into a hotbed of wild accusations and finger-pointing. Despite the days passing and the taters remaining untouched, the mystery lingers, leaving everyone to wonder about the identity of the elusive "pecker perpetrator."
    [Verse]
    In the middle of the night my hunger nigh
    Went for some taters don't know why
    Open the fridge and to my surprise
    Someone left a mess and now I realize
    [Chorus]
    Who put their pecker in the taters
    Who thought that was a good idea now
    Who put their pecker in the taters
    Ain't no way I'm eating that anyhow
    [Verse 2]
    Went to the town to find the culprit
    Asked around but nobody admits
    Sheriff scratched his head said what a shame
    Whoever did that must be insane
    [Chorus]
    Who put their pecker in the taters
    Who thought that was a good idea now
    Who put their pecker in the taters
    Ain't no way I'm eating that anyhow
    [Bridge]
    In a small town rumors spread quick
    Everyone's laughing it must be a trick
    But if I catch the pecker perpetrator
    I'll make 'em wish they were a whole lot greater
    [Verse 3]
    Days go by the mystery stands
    Taters remain untouched by hands
    Folks guessing wild blaming each other
    But no one's owning up to it brother

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