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Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to shit and stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the bullshit on the walls... |
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Here I sit, On the pooper, Giving birth, To another state trooper. |
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Here I sit, buns a-strainin' Just gave birth to another Iranian. |
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Here I sit, so broken hearted Paid my dime and only farted. Yesterday though, I took a chance, Saved my dime, But shit my pants. |
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There's no use standing on the seat. The crabs in here can jump 6 feet. There's no use going in the one next door. The ones in there jump 6 foot four. |
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How dry I am, How wet I'll be, If I don't find The bathroom key. So I find the key, I open the door, Oops! too late, It's on the floor. |
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If you sprinkle while you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat. |
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I wish I were the toilet paper, In my girlfriend's hand. So every time she wiped, I could see the promised land! |
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"No matter how much you wiggle, no matter how much you dance, the last two drops go down your pants! |
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Hours have passed, I've merely parted, Rump cheeks and effetely farted. Those weak blasts of wind excluded, Nothing concrete has extruded! |
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