When stinky was seven years old Did everything he was told And tried his best to fit in with the crowd Got picked last for schoolyard games Never called him by his name Always fell short of makin' his mom proud Now Stinky's got it all planned out He'll show them now that he's no clown 'Cuz Stinky's all grown up but he's still aggravatin' Stinky's all grown up But all his friends still hate him Stinky's all grown up And he's tired of waiting for his day to come Most kids have toys, Stinky had rocks Couldn't seen to match his socks The dirt marks on his right arm stayed the same Went to summer camp each year Carried with him just one fear That someone would show up that knew his name