My Flipflops be poppin

Her Flip Flops be popping.

The noise from their floppin,

Got everyone bopping,

Along to the Flop.


The Groove it ain't stoppin.

The beats her sole droppin.

We all keeep on rockin.

In time with the Flip.


The people come flockin.

We all run out shoppin.

She just stands there mockin.

She bought the last pair.

The End

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