Oh Olive Oyl, Olive Oyl.
Here I am Popeye.
Where's me spinach?
Where's me spinach?
My, oh my Popeye,
But you eating to much spinach.
Well blow me down.
Is that right Popeye?
You need all this spinach,
To make those big muscles?
Yah think so,
I Yam what I Yam,
On account that I eat me spinach.
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man,
Popeye the Sailor Man.
Now I Yam what I Yam,
And thats all what I Yam.
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man.
Now I'm one tough Gazookus
Which hates all Palookas
Wot ain't on the up and square.
But I biffs 'em and buffs 'em
And always out roughs 'em
But none of 'em gets nowhere.
Now If anyone elses to risk my Fisk,
It's Boff an' it's Wham un'erstan'?
So keep Good Be-hav-or
It's sure one life saver
With Popeye the Sailor Man.
Oh I'm Popeye the Sailor Man,
Popeye the Sailor Man.
Now I Yam what I Yam,
And thats all what I Yam.
I'm Popeye the Sailor man.
Oh I'm Popeye the Sailor Man,
Popeye the Sailor Man.
Boy I'm strong to the finich
Cause I eats me spinach.
I'm Popeye the Saaaailooooor Maaaaan.

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