Chords for Oops!
Tempo:
119.75 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
Db
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Thank you.
Speaking of eating, by the way, the other couple of days ago, my sister invited me over to her house for dinner.
And when I got there, she said, Dan Crow, would you please go down to the store and pick up some soda pop?
And I said, sure, I'll go get some.
So I walked down to the store and I bought the soda pop and they put it in a sack for me.
And I was walking back to the house, carrying it home.
And as I was walking home, I was getting kind of thirsty.
And I thought, hey, I think I'll drink one can of pop on the way home.
So I reached in the sack and I grabbed one of the cans and I was trying to pull it out of the sack.
But the cans were held together by those plastic circles.
Have you seen that before?
And it was hard to get it loose.
And when I pulled the can loose, it slipped out of my hand and it fell down on the sidewalk and it rolled down in the gutter.
So I reached down and I picked up the can of pop and I lifted it up and I blew the dirt off of it and brushed off the top of the can.
Then I shook it to see if it sounded OK.
Then I [Db] held it in front of my face and I opened it.
And you know what happened when I opened it, don't you?
It's right in my face.
[N] And it scared me and it made me drop the can of pop and it spilled out all over the sidewalk.
Well, I reached down and I picked up the can and I tipped it upside down, but it was empty.
I didn't even get one drink of it.
It all spilled out.
So I put the can back in the sack and I walked back to the house.
And when I got to the door, my sister came over and she took the sack from me and she said, thank you, Danny, for getting the soda pop.
And then she looked in the sack and she saw that empty can of pop.
And she said, hey, what happened to this one can?
It's empty.
Did you drink it?
And I said, no, I was going to drink it, but I dropped it and I spilled it.
And she said, you are such a clumsy oaf.
[Ebm]
And I said, well, I didn't mean it.
She says, I know, but I wish you would be more careful.
Well, I went in the kitchen and I sat down on the kitchen chair like this.
And I was sitting there feeling bad about my sister calling me a clumsy oaf and about spilling the pop.
And as I was sitting there, she came into the kitchen and she put the soda pop in the refrigerator.
Then she turned to me and she said, Danny, I'm sorry that I called you a name.
To make up for it, would you like to have a piece of pumpkin pie with some whipped cream on top of it?
I said, yeah, I love pumpkin pie.
So she handed me the pie on a paper plate and I had it in my hands like this.
And I was going to set it on the table so that I could eat it.
But there was stuff all over the table.
There was no place to set it.
And I thought, well, I have to put it somewhere.
I thought, hey, I could set it down on my lap.
So I set the pie down like that and I started to eat it.
Mmm, it was very good.
And then I looked up and I saw my sister standing on top of a chair trying to reach something out of the top of the cupboard.
But it was too high for her.
And she said, Danny, you're taller than I am.
Would you help me get this?
And I said, oh, sure.
I forgot the pie was on my lap.
And when I stood up, it splattered on the kitchen floor.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
And I don't know what made me say this, but I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to lick it up.
Eeeh!
Not off the floor.
Yeah.
So I got a sponge and a rag and I cleaned up all of the pie.
Then I went out in the living room and sat down.
And as I was sitting there, I started thinking, why do I always seem to drop and spill things?
And then after a while, my sister came out and she said, Danny, before dinner, would you please come outside and help me paint part of the garage door?
So we went outside and she put the ladder up.
And she got up on top of the ladder.
You've seen those rollers that you roll the paint on with?
Have you seen those?
Well, she had one of those and she had a tray full of paint.
And I was sitting down there watching her paint.
And then pretty soon she looked down and she says, Danny, I'm out of paint.
Would you please pour [Ab] some more into the tray?
I said, oh, sure.
So I reached down and I picked up the bucket of paint.
And I got it with both my hands and I lifted it up and I had a good grip on it.
And then I started to tip it to pour it into the tray and it got heavy and slippery and it went, blech!
I dumped it on the ground.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
And I said it again.
I don't know why.
I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to [Eb] lick it up.
[Bb] Blech!
Not the paint.
Blech!
So I cleaned up all the paint that I could.
Then I went in the house and I sat down with my guitar and I thought, hey, the only way I'm going to make myself feel better about what I spilled today is to write a song about all the things I spilled.
The pop, the pie, the paint.
And I did and it came out like this.
And we're going to need your help on this.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I dropped a can of pop.
[Bb] Then I popped the top.
[F] The pop, it sprayed [Eb] into my face.
[Bb] The pop, [F] I had [Bb] to drop.
Let's try the oops together.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had a piece of pie.
It [Bb] was a piece of pumpkin pie.
[F] I stood up straight.
[Eb] I tipped the plate.
[Bb] Then I had no pie.
And I said, oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had some paint to pour
for [Bb] my sis to paint the door.
[F] I tipped the can.
[Eb] It slipped out of my hand.
[Bb] The paint fell on the floor.
Let's sing it together one more time.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[Fm] I don't want [Bb] to pick it up.
But you have to pick it up.
But I don't want to pick it up.
But you [F] have to pick [Bb] it up.
But I [F] don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, would you like to lick it up?
No, I guess I'll pick it up.
Thank you.
[N]
Speaking of eating, by the way, the other couple of days ago, my sister invited me over to her house for dinner.
And when I got there, she said, Dan Crow, would you please go down to the store and pick up some soda pop?
And I said, sure, I'll go get some.
So I walked down to the store and I bought the soda pop and they put it in a sack for me.
And I was walking back to the house, carrying it home.
And as I was walking home, I was getting kind of thirsty.
And I thought, hey, I think I'll drink one can of pop on the way home.
So I reached in the sack and I grabbed one of the cans and I was trying to pull it out of the sack.
But the cans were held together by those plastic circles.
Have you seen that before?
And it was hard to get it loose.
And when I pulled the can loose, it slipped out of my hand and it fell down on the sidewalk and it rolled down in the gutter.
So I reached down and I picked up the can of pop and I lifted it up and I blew the dirt off of it and brushed off the top of the can.
Then I shook it to see if it sounded OK.
Then I [Db] held it in front of my face and I opened it.
And you know what happened when I opened it, don't you?
It's right in my face.
[N] And it scared me and it made me drop the can of pop and it spilled out all over the sidewalk.
Well, I reached down and I picked up the can and I tipped it upside down, but it was empty.
I didn't even get one drink of it.
It all spilled out.
So I put the can back in the sack and I walked back to the house.
And when I got to the door, my sister came over and she took the sack from me and she said, thank you, Danny, for getting the soda pop.
And then she looked in the sack and she saw that empty can of pop.
And she said, hey, what happened to this one can?
It's empty.
Did you drink it?
And I said, no, I was going to drink it, but I dropped it and I spilled it.
And she said, you are such a clumsy oaf.
[Ebm]
And I said, well, I didn't mean it.
She says, I know, but I wish you would be more careful.
Well, I went in the kitchen and I sat down on the kitchen chair like this.
And I was sitting there feeling bad about my sister calling me a clumsy oaf and about spilling the pop.
And as I was sitting there, she came into the kitchen and she put the soda pop in the refrigerator.
Then she turned to me and she said, Danny, I'm sorry that I called you a name.
To make up for it, would you like to have a piece of pumpkin pie with some whipped cream on top of it?
I said, yeah, I love pumpkin pie.
So she handed me the pie on a paper plate and I had it in my hands like this.
And I was going to set it on the table so that I could eat it.
But there was stuff all over the table.
There was no place to set it.
And I thought, well, I have to put it somewhere.
I thought, hey, I could set it down on my lap.
So I set the pie down like that and I started to eat it.
Mmm, it was very good.
And then I looked up and I saw my sister standing on top of a chair trying to reach something out of the top of the cupboard.
But it was too high for her.
And she said, Danny, you're taller than I am.
Would you help me get this?
And I said, oh, sure.
I forgot the pie was on my lap.
And when I stood up, it splattered on the kitchen floor.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
And I don't know what made me say this, but I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to lick it up.
Eeeh!
Not off the floor.
Yeah.
So I got a sponge and a rag and I cleaned up all of the pie.
Then I went out in the living room and sat down.
And as I was sitting there, I started thinking, why do I always seem to drop and spill things?
And then after a while, my sister came out and she said, Danny, before dinner, would you please come outside and help me paint part of the garage door?
So we went outside and she put the ladder up.
And she got up on top of the ladder.
You've seen those rollers that you roll the paint on with?
Have you seen those?
Well, she had one of those and she had a tray full of paint.
And I was sitting down there watching her paint.
And then pretty soon she looked down and she says, Danny, I'm out of paint.
Would you please pour [Ab] some more into the tray?
I said, oh, sure.
So I reached down and I picked up the bucket of paint.
And I got it with both my hands and I lifted it up and I had a good grip on it.
And then I started to tip it to pour it into the tray and it got heavy and slippery and it went, blech!
I dumped it on the ground.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
And I said it again.
I don't know why.
I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to [Eb] lick it up.
[Bb] Blech!
Not the paint.
Blech!
So I cleaned up all the paint that I could.
Then I went in the house and I sat down with my guitar and I thought, hey, the only way I'm going to make myself feel better about what I spilled today is to write a song about all the things I spilled.
The pop, the pie, the paint.
And I did and it came out like this.
And we're going to need your help on this.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I dropped a can of pop.
[Bb] Then I popped the top.
[F] The pop, it sprayed [Eb] into my face.
[Bb] The pop, [F] I had [Bb] to drop.
Let's try the oops together.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had a piece of pie.
It [Bb] was a piece of pumpkin pie.
[F] I stood up straight.
[Eb] I tipped the plate.
[Bb] Then I had no pie.
And I said, oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had some paint to pour
for [Bb] my sis to paint the door.
[F] I tipped the can.
[Eb] It slipped out of my hand.
[Bb] The paint fell on the floor.
Let's sing it together one more time.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[Fm] I don't want [Bb] to pick it up.
But you have to pick it up.
But I don't want to pick it up.
But you [F] have to pick [Bb] it up.
But I [F] don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, would you like to lick it up?
No, I guess I'll pick it up.
Thank you.
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
Db
Ebm
Bb
F
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
Speaking of eating, by the way, the other couple of days ago, my sister invited me over to her house for dinner.
And when I got there, she said, Dan Crow, would you please go down to the store and pick up some soda pop?
And I said, sure, I'll go get some.
So I walked down to the store and I bought the soda pop and they put it in a sack for me.
And I was walking back to the house, carrying it home.
And as I was walking home, I was getting kind of thirsty.
And I thought, hey, I think I'll drink one can of pop on the way home.
So I reached in the sack and I grabbed one of the cans and I was trying to pull it out of the sack.
But the cans were held together by those plastic circles.
Have you seen that before?
And it was hard to get it loose.
And when I pulled the can loose, it slipped out of my hand and it fell down on the sidewalk and it rolled down in the gutter.
So I reached down and I picked up the can of pop and I lifted it up and I blew the dirt off of it and brushed off the top of the can.
Then I shook it to see if it sounded OK.
_ _ Then I [Db] held it in front of my face and I opened it.
And you know what happened when I opened it, don't you?
It's right in my face. _
[N] _ And it scared me and it made me drop the can of pop and it spilled out all over the sidewalk.
Well, I reached down and I picked up the can and I tipped it upside down, but it was empty.
I didn't even get one drink of it.
It all spilled out.
So I put the can back in the sack and I walked back to the house.
And when I got to the door, my sister came over and she took the sack from me and she said, thank you, Danny, for getting the soda pop.
And then she looked in the sack and she saw that empty can of pop.
And she said, hey, what happened to this one can?
It's empty.
Did you drink it?
And I said, no, _ I was going to drink it, but I dropped it and I spilled it.
And she said, you are such a clumsy oaf.
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
And I said, well, I didn't mean it.
She says, I know, but I wish you would be more careful.
Well, I went in the kitchen and I sat down on the kitchen chair like this.
And I was sitting there feeling bad about my sister calling me a clumsy oaf and about spilling the pop.
And as I was sitting there, she came into the kitchen and she put the soda pop in the refrigerator.
Then she turned to me and she said, Danny, I'm sorry that I called you a name.
To make up for it, would you like to have a piece of pumpkin pie with some whipped cream on top of it?
I said, yeah, I love pumpkin pie.
So she handed me the pie on a paper plate and I had it in my hands like this.
And I was going to set it on the table so that I could eat it.
But there was stuff all over the table.
There was no place to set it.
And I thought, well, I have to put it somewhere.
I thought, hey, I could set it down on my lap.
So I set the pie down like that and I started to eat it.
Mmm, it was very good.
_ And then I looked up and I saw my sister standing on top of a chair trying to reach something out of the top of the cupboard.
But it was too high for her.
And she said, Danny, you're taller than I am.
Would you help me get this?
And I said, oh, sure. _ _ _
_ _ _ I forgot the pie was on my lap.
And when I stood up, it splattered on the kitchen floor.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
And I don't know what made me say this, but I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
_ And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to lick it up.
Eeeh!
_ Not off the floor.
Yeah.
So I got a sponge and a rag and I cleaned up all of the pie.
Then I went out in the living room and sat down.
And as I was sitting there, I started thinking, why do I always seem to drop and spill things?
And then after a while, my sister came out and she said, Danny, before dinner, would you please come outside and help me paint part of the garage door?
So we went outside and she put the ladder up.
And she got up on top of the ladder.
You've seen those rollers that you roll the paint on with?
Have you seen those?
Well, she had one of those and she had a tray full of paint.
And I was sitting down there watching her paint.
And then pretty soon she looked down and she says, Danny, I'm out of paint.
Would you please pour [Ab] some more into the tray?
I said, oh, sure.
So I reached down and I picked up the bucket of paint.
And I got it with both my hands and I lifted it up and I had a good grip on it.
And then I started to tip it to pour it into the tray and it got heavy and slippery and it went, blech! _ _ _
I dumped it on the ground.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
And I said it again.
I don't know why.
I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
_ _ And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to [Eb] lick it up.
[Bb] Blech!
Not the paint.
Blech!
So I cleaned up all the paint that I could.
Then I went in the house and I sat down with my guitar and I thought, hey, the only way I'm going to make myself feel better about what I spilled today is to write a song about all the things I spilled.
The pop, the pie, the paint.
And I did and it came out like this.
And we're going to need your help on this.
_ _ Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I dropped a can of pop. _ _
[Bb] Then I popped the top. _
[F] The pop, it sprayed [Eb] into my face.
[Bb] The pop, [F] I had [Bb] to drop.
Let's try the oops together.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had a piece of pie.
It [Bb] was a piece of pumpkin _ pie.
[F] I stood up straight.
[Eb] I tipped the plate.
[Bb] Then I had no pie.
And I said, oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had some paint to pour
for [Bb] my sis to paint the door. _
[F] I tipped the can.
[Eb] It slipped out of my hand.
[Bb] The paint fell on the floor.
Let's sing it together one more time.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[Fm] I don't want [Bb] to pick it up.
But you have to pick it up.
But I don't want to pick it up.
But you [F] have to pick [Bb] it up.
But I [F] don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, would you like to lick it up?
No, I guess I'll pick it up.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Thank you.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
Speaking of eating, by the way, the other couple of days ago, my sister invited me over to her house for dinner.
And when I got there, she said, Dan Crow, would you please go down to the store and pick up some soda pop?
And I said, sure, I'll go get some.
So I walked down to the store and I bought the soda pop and they put it in a sack for me.
And I was walking back to the house, carrying it home.
And as I was walking home, I was getting kind of thirsty.
And I thought, hey, I think I'll drink one can of pop on the way home.
So I reached in the sack and I grabbed one of the cans and I was trying to pull it out of the sack.
But the cans were held together by those plastic circles.
Have you seen that before?
And it was hard to get it loose.
And when I pulled the can loose, it slipped out of my hand and it fell down on the sidewalk and it rolled down in the gutter.
So I reached down and I picked up the can of pop and I lifted it up and I blew the dirt off of it and brushed off the top of the can.
Then I shook it to see if it sounded OK.
_ _ Then I [Db] held it in front of my face and I opened it.
And you know what happened when I opened it, don't you?
It's right in my face. _
[N] _ And it scared me and it made me drop the can of pop and it spilled out all over the sidewalk.
Well, I reached down and I picked up the can and I tipped it upside down, but it was empty.
I didn't even get one drink of it.
It all spilled out.
So I put the can back in the sack and I walked back to the house.
And when I got to the door, my sister came over and she took the sack from me and she said, thank you, Danny, for getting the soda pop.
And then she looked in the sack and she saw that empty can of pop.
And she said, hey, what happened to this one can?
It's empty.
Did you drink it?
And I said, no, _ I was going to drink it, but I dropped it and I spilled it.
And she said, you are such a clumsy oaf.
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
And I said, well, I didn't mean it.
She says, I know, but I wish you would be more careful.
Well, I went in the kitchen and I sat down on the kitchen chair like this.
And I was sitting there feeling bad about my sister calling me a clumsy oaf and about spilling the pop.
And as I was sitting there, she came into the kitchen and she put the soda pop in the refrigerator.
Then she turned to me and she said, Danny, I'm sorry that I called you a name.
To make up for it, would you like to have a piece of pumpkin pie with some whipped cream on top of it?
I said, yeah, I love pumpkin pie.
So she handed me the pie on a paper plate and I had it in my hands like this.
And I was going to set it on the table so that I could eat it.
But there was stuff all over the table.
There was no place to set it.
And I thought, well, I have to put it somewhere.
I thought, hey, I could set it down on my lap.
So I set the pie down like that and I started to eat it.
Mmm, it was very good.
_ And then I looked up and I saw my sister standing on top of a chair trying to reach something out of the top of the cupboard.
But it was too high for her.
And she said, Danny, you're taller than I am.
Would you help me get this?
And I said, oh, sure. _ _ _
_ _ _ I forgot the pie was on my lap.
And when I stood up, it splattered on the kitchen floor.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the pie.
Then I looked up at her.
And I don't know what made me say this, but I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
_ And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to lick it up.
Eeeh!
_ Not off the floor.
Yeah.
So I got a sponge and a rag and I cleaned up all of the pie.
Then I went out in the living room and sat down.
And as I was sitting there, I started thinking, why do I always seem to drop and spill things?
And then after a while, my sister came out and she said, Danny, before dinner, would you please come outside and help me paint part of the garage door?
So we went outside and she put the ladder up.
And she got up on top of the ladder.
You've seen those rollers that you roll the paint on with?
Have you seen those?
Well, she had one of those and she had a tray full of paint.
And I was sitting down there watching her paint.
And then pretty soon she looked down and she says, Danny, I'm out of paint.
Would you please pour [Ab] some more into the tray?
I said, oh, sure.
So I reached down and I picked up the bucket of paint.
And I got it with both my hands and I lifted it up and I had a good grip on it.
And then I started to tip it to pour it into the tray and it got heavy and slippery and it went, blech! _ _ _
I dumped it on the ground.
And then my sister looked down and she said, I hope you're planning to pick that up.
Well, I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
Then I looked down at the paint.
Then I looked up at her.
And I said it again.
I don't know why.
I said, but I don't want to pick it up.
_ _ And she said, but I think you better pick it up or else you're going to have to [Eb] lick it up.
[Bb] Blech!
Not the paint.
Blech!
So I cleaned up all the paint that I could.
Then I went in the house and I sat down with my guitar and I thought, hey, the only way I'm going to make myself feel better about what I spilled today is to write a song about all the things I spilled.
The pop, the pie, the paint.
And I did and it came out like this.
And we're going to need your help on this.
_ _ Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I dropped a can of pop. _ _
[Bb] Then I popped the top. _
[F] The pop, it sprayed [Eb] into my face.
[Bb] The pop, [F] I had [Bb] to drop.
Let's try the oops together.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had a piece of pie.
It [Bb] was a piece of pumpkin _ pie.
[F] I stood up straight.
[Eb] I tipped the plate.
[Bb] Then I had no pie.
And I said, oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[F] I don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, [Eb] I had some paint to pour
for [Bb] my sis to paint the door. _
[F] I tipped the can.
[Eb] It slipped out of my hand.
[Bb] The paint fell on the floor.
Let's sing it together one more time.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always spilling.
Oops, oops, oops.
I'm always [F] dropping.
Oops, oops, oops.
Do I have to [Bb] pick it up?
[Fm] I don't want [Bb] to pick it up.
But you have to pick it up.
But I don't want to pick it up.
But you [F] have to pick [Bb] it up.
But I [F] don't want to [Bb] pick it up.
Well, would you like to lick it up?
No, I guess I'll pick it up.
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Thank you.
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