Popcorn Lyrics

Now here's a funny story
I hope you understand
Listen very closely
If you possibly can
It's a story of
Two popcorn kernels
In a red hot pan
One turned to the other
And said, Hey man

I'm too p***ed to pop
And I ain't lyin'
I'm too p***ed to pop
Just layin' here fryin'
Salt and and b***er's ready
And the fire is hot
But seems like
I'm just too p***ed to pop
Too p***ed to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too p***ed to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too p***ed to pop

Iowa's the state
That's where I was born
I really truly came
From a fine ear of corn
My Mama and my Papa
Were a wonderful crop
You should have seen them
Blow up when they
Put they put them in the pot
Too p***ed to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too p***ed to pop
And I do want to blossom
Don't like the bottom
Want to get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too p***ed to pop