Oom-pa, loom-pa! Doop-a-dee dest.
She, was, rea-lly de-pressed.
Oom-pa, loom-pa! Doop-a-dee dist!
Should-ah, gone-to, see-a the-ra-ah-pist!
rea-lly
I want you to know that read this like Ace Ventura to make the cadence work.
Or
I know it’s a bit of a joke considering the post but I hope you’re ok. Just in case it’s not joke, if you need a hand getting to a therapist or just to vent I’m here to listen.
I want this, but since I’m hiring them, I want them to sing a song implying I was secretly an international man of mystery.
Oompa loompa doopity dater What do you get when you kill a dictator
I’d tell them to do that and they’d just be like:
Oompa loompa doompity dater
What do you get as a chronic masturbater.Oompa loompa doopity dorn
On your dick you’ve grown a corn
Oompa loompa doppity dock
You’ll get cut from that crusty sock
Oompa loompa diggity dod
Every day you grow further from God
I don’t like the smell of it
What would you do when jackin kills you?
Oompa, loompa, doopity do.
