(to: “Shout to the Lord”)
Flush to the o-cean, o hear the flushing
Power of the handle, hear water rushing!
Mountains bow down and people roar
At the smell, of your shame!
I sing for joy at the work of your hand
Forever a flusher, forever a friend!
Nothing compares to the freshness I have
With you…
When I go (when I go) into the john (into the john)
When I go into the john.
I hope you flushed the toilet
When I go into the john.
Annie, is that to the tune of “When the Saints Go Marching In?”
For all who poop and then forget to flush,
Who we believe must have brains of mush,
Thy Name, O Poopers, be forever :wally.
Gross, Gross!
This thread would be incomplete without a tribute to one of the greatest No. 2 songs ever, which will never be eliminated from the pantheon of greatness. I give you Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Constipation Blues (excerpt):
*"Got a pain down inside
Won’t be denied
Yeah, every time I try
I can’t be satisfied
Let it go!
WOAH, UMMH
Let it, let it go!
OH!
WAAAAOOOH!
This pain down inside
Just won’t let me be satisfied
Let it go!
SPLASH!!! SPSHHH…
Feel, ah, I feel alright
Yeah, I feel alright now
SPLASH!!! Shpsh…
Yeah
I feel alright
SPLASH!
Flush
Phew
Phew
Phew…
Feel alright"*
Greatest blues song ever.
My thanks as well…
Now I know all those afternoons in Primary weren’t a total waste of time!
Primary is a sort of once a week afternoon school for LDS children
You know, it really isn’t an “official” poop thread until lieu has joined in. Anyone know where he is?
Also, here is my secular contribution, with abject apologies to Tears for Fears.
*Flush, flush,
flush it on down.
There go the things that are yellow and brown.
Come on,
we’re smellin’ your poo
So flush!
Flush, flush,
flush it on down.
Never forget to pull the lever down.
Come on,
We want the place fresh,
So flush!
In urgent times
We shouldn’t have to smell your bowl
Of leavings vile
You really really ought to know
Our noses burned
You must be a walking fart
Please say goodbye
We shouldn’t have to hold our nose
We shouldn’t have to check who goes.
Refrain:
You were given soap
And in return you gave us smells
As warm as your butt
I hope we live to “smell” you out!
We shouldn’t have to shout it out, so
Refrain: *
Yeap. I’m not much of a parodist.