"The Popcorn Song" lyrics - CLIFFIE STONE

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 pooped to pop
And I ain't lyin'
I'm too pooped to pop
Just layin' here fryin'
Salt and and butter's ready
And the fire is hot
But seems like
I'm just too pooped to pop

Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped 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 pooped 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 pooped to pop
And I ain't playin' possum
I'm too pooped 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 pooped to pop