I got me a Kangaroo Lives way down in my pants He seldom sits quiet He'd rather get up and dance.
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing! I can't get him stopped He's always on the go Yea! he's always on the hop.
Well, he ain't no Dodo He sure knows how to pogo Even when I say no! no! He keeps on on the go! go! (Bit of a yo-yo)
And when he's full of vim There's no catching him I only hope my pants hold out And he don't pop out.
Now how can I put forward My Best face When I got him down there Bouncing all over the place.
He's up, then he's down Then he's back up again Up and down all day Like a demented drawbridge.
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing! And I go Down! Down! Down! Whoa-aa Boy!
I go one way While he goes the other Man! he's tearing me asunder I'm every which way.
My mind full of insecurities & fears And my Kangaroo down there He's looking up at me saying What the hell are you doing up there.
O! what am I going to do With my wild Kangaroo, What am I going to do !!! What! Get him a didgeridoo ??? (A didgeri-didgeri-doo!)
Have you got a Kangaroo Down in your pants ? "Ooooo! Whoo!" sang the girls "yes! we Dooo Whooo!!!" What! Wait a minute, you mean... You mean girls, they got Kangaroos too !!!
Poem about Kangaroos. But this isn't an Australian poem, that's a clue. You've heard of the birds and bees, well this is the Kangaroos in the trees. Must have been a full moon when I wrote this or a remembrance of randier days when I had the hots, my Kangaroo is quite well behaved these days.