Apple On a Stick
Lyrics
Apple on a stick
Makes me sick
Makes my heart beat two forty six
Not because it’s dirty,
Not because it’s clean,
Just because you kissed a boy behind a magazine!
Boys, girls having fun
Here comes Johnny with a pickle up his bum,
He can wiggle he can wobble
He can even do the splits
But I betcha 10 dollars
He can’t do this;
Close your eyes and count to ten,
If you muck it up you’re a big fat hen
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10…