when stinky was 7 years old
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did everything he was told
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and tried his best to fi in with the crowd
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got picked last for schoolyard games
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never called him by his name
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always fell short of makin' his mom proud
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now stinky's got it all planned out
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he'll show them now that he's no clown 'cuz
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stinky's all grown up
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but he's still aggravatin
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stinky's all grown up
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but all his friends still hate him
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stinky's all grown up
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and he's tired of waiting for his day to come
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most kids have toys, stinky had rocks
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couldn't seen to match his socks
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the dirtmarks on his right arm stayed the same
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went to summer camp each year
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carried with him just one fear
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that someone would show up
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that knew his name
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Stinky's All Grown Up
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The Huntingtons |