The sun comes up
I'm on the commode
I pet the pup
I'm on the commode
It's been so long
Since I have felt my behind
The faucet leaks
I'm on the commode
My booty squeaks
I'm on the commode
I might be wrong
But I can't feel my behind
Yes, there are days that I wish that I could take
myself out of the loo
Most days I count just how many times I make,
A number one
A number two
I'll sit for years
Sweatpants at my knees
I'll have no fears
And I sure can cut cheese
Tell my attorneys
There was no glue and no bind
Just no feeling
In
My
Behind
(Please imagine the final note down the octave, like Dorothy did. I don't think that up the octave ending some of the ladies favor)
Updated On: 3/12/08 at 09:18 PM