Even when he was little, he loved to smurf
And that's why we named him Sydney
On his grandmother's pick-up
He used to scratch on Yvette Horner
From the dining room to the kitchenette
He shuttled by turning on his head
And to go from the bedroom to the living room
He used to always thought backwards
To save their records, his parents bought him
For his birthday, a cassette player
But he quickly found a solution
He puts it on your shoulder and turns it up to full volume
Flow, melt, melt the little puppets
So they do three little turns
And then they go away
Finally his parents broke down
And from the third floor they threw him
He collapsed downstairs, all dislocated
But it is what he needed to smurf even better

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