F# E B I saw a little kid as he walked around He picked a candy bar up off the ground He chowed about a half then his face turned blue Turned out that candy bar was a doggy-doo Chorus: F# E B (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say (Whoa-oh) Unless you can throw it away (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way You're out there makin' bacon, no scrutiny You mess around too much and you got VD You know you never think and you're sore today You're gonna take it back to Californ-I-A Chorus: (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say (Whoa-oh) Unless you can throw it away (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't! (Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!) So... My friend was kinda hurtin' a girl to try He saw one that looked like Pat on Saturday Night Live It had a pair of thingies, a mustache too Not clearly male nor female, so what to do Chorus: (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say (Whoa-oh) Unless you can throw it away (Whoa-oh) Don't pick it up I say You're gonna be bummed that you went that way | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsE F# B |