i'm walking...and right as i stumble, give a good scream
my toe began to ache up
all bloody as its throbbing now with pain
i've injured it again
i start to bellow cause i've bled
its purple, blue and red
its an injury i dread
i think i stubbed you...(i think i stubbed you)

no warning...i hop up and start squealing
a little thing i can't deal with
i'm really such a klutz, i tell myself
don't try to hurt myself
but there's no doubt about it
i always seem to clout it
when i walk, i meet my doom
i think i stubbed you...(i think i stubbed you)

i don't know what i bumped against
i only know i shouted out
it really hurts without a doubt

HEY !

i think i stubbed you
so mad that i got all banged up
when the last time had just cured up
not something that i yearned for
i think i stubbed you
how i hate when i get maimed up
when i scurry, i must pay
my tootsies bend and splay

it grieves me...i mustn't be in a hurry
a mangled toe feels so crappy
i feel dismay...whenever blood gets spilled
a barefoot boy gets killed
when he runs around without shoes
better ease up on my pace
rather fall down on my face
i think i stubbed you...( i think i stubbed you)

i think i stubbed you
so mad that i got all banged up
when the last time had just cured up
not something that i yearned for
i think i stubbed you
how i hate when i get maimed up
when i scurry, i must pay
my tootsies bend and splay