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| He's a kick! That walking stick A little stiff, the way a piece of deadwood drifts You wouldn't want to call him swift When he's sittin' there like a brick! But, he's a kick! That walking stick And when he walks he's a clumsy clod It's kinda' odd -- his goofy little, rigid plod He may not be an undulator But, there ain't none any straighter! Yes, he's a kick! That walking stick He may be kinda' deceivin' 'Cause he blends in with leaves and trees You may not even see him As he's swayin' in the breeze But, he's a kick! That walking stick He's never quick that walking stick It's not a trick -- it's just the way he is It's hard to ever catch him movin' 'Cause when he's standin' still he's groovin'! Yes, he's a kick! That walking stick If skinny is in he's a winner 'Cause he's long flat and awful thin He could be a toothpick at dinner That wood - lookin' walkin' twig! Yes, he's a kick! That walking stick Yes, he's a kick! That walk, walk, walk, walk, walking stick |