Lyrics
You may think that all woodlice
Seem quite yucky, not very nice.
And it’s true, they eat their poo.
What a thing to do!
But their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
Their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
It’s really true: Shoobie - doo
their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
In your garden, in your house,
You can always find a woodlouse
Hiding underneath a stone,
Creeping round your home.
But their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
Their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
It’s really true: Shoobie - doo
their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
Woodlice have important work to do.
They’re part of nature’s clean-up crew!
You may think that all woodlice
Seem quite yucky, not very nice.
And it’s true, they eat their poo.
What a thing to do!
But their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
Their blood is blue. Shoobie - doo
It’s really true: Shoobie - doo
Their blood is blue. Yes it is!
Their blood is blue. Yes it is!
Their blood is blue.