Baba Hates Pickles
Lyrics
There's one thing I really hate
Ever since my birth
They ruin everything they touch
On this planet Earth
There's nothing so disgusting
As when I bite into a slider
And they forgot to leave them off
Those freakin' taste bud colliders
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles
Don't even let one touch the fries
They will ruin the taste
I can tell when they're removed
My meal becomes a waste
Green just like my mucus
They only make me pout
And even though I'm Jewish
I have to spit them out
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles
Why are you all smirkin'
I'm not a difficult person
My taste buds, they be jerkin'
All because of that gherkin
Why are you all smirkin'
I'm not a difficult person
My taste buds, they be jerkin'
All because of that gherkin
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles
Pickles, pickles, pickles
Baba Hates Pickles
Writer(s): Thomas Erno
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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