Booger Collection

I've got a booger collection, yes, a booger collection
Every time I pick a booger, I do an inspection
'Cause not every booger deserves to be preserved
You know the kind that when they come out just makes you stop and stare
And say, "How'd that big ol' booger ever fit in there?"
You wanna tell someone about it but you know they wouldn't care
So you pick your nose some more hoping it's part of a pair

I laminate my boogers and I keep them in a glass case
And every time I look at 'em, they bring a smile to my face
I fill up with pride and my heart just glows
Thinking all those beautiful boogers came out of my nose

And inside the case, I run a humidifier
Because the boogers would disintegrate if they got any drier
They're on display for all the world to see
But nobody wants to look at them other than me, unfortunately
Unfortunately