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Sloppy Joe

To the tune of Purple Rain by Prince

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time see you eating
I only wanted to see you eating a big Sloppy Joe

Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
I only wanted to see you with a big old Sloppy Joe

I never wanted to be your weekend sandwich
I wanted you each day with some kind of fries
Baby I could never choose to eat another
It's such a shame my cholesterol had to rise

Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
I only wanted to see you eating a big Sloppy Joe

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out for something new
That means you too
You say you’re thinking vegan
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to a Sloppy Joe

Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand
Sloppy Joe Sloppy Joe
I only want to see you, only want to see you
with a Sloppy Joe


Woo, hoo, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo, hoo, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo, hoo-ooh
Sloppy Joe-ho,oh-oh-oh-oh

Woo, hoo, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo, hoo, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo, hoo-ooh
Slop-py . . .

After eating Sloppy Joe's for dinner the other night, I started messing around singing the Purple Rain chorus using the words, "Sloppy Joe." My youngest daughter picked it right up. It works well. Try the full song! Also, you might try "Brush brush brush, brush brush brush, brush your teeth" to the tune of "Shake Your Booty" by KC and the Sunshine Band. I guess I like to redeem old songs for a slightly higher purpose.
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