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A Dangling Poo (Lyric) by zodiac

<VERSE THE 1st> Baby, baby - you’re so great, if I was queer you’d make me straight, but that’s just an example, though, cause I hate gays, and can’t even imagine being one, cause when I saw you I knew it was fate started thinking ‘bout crossroads, or maybe a freight train or some crap that could get me an eight- plus-two from yawnman and penguin (-fiend, I mean, plus Razor and Miggy – now come on Everyone, IT'S TIME TO GET JIGGY!) <CHORUS> Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, hanging on I’ll make it pretty ugly when it’s time to leave the john (K) Oo-oo-oo-oo! what will you do, with that danglin, janglin poo, tangled in a hair - or two? Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, afraid to land don’t bother with the paper, girl, you’ll have to use your hand, Deet-de-de-dee! just wait and see, cause when morning comes you’ll find there’s still a smell here that reminds you of meeee-heeeee!!!!! <VERSE THE SECOND> Don't be scared now baby, I'm pretty small if you wriggle a little, then maybe I'll fall, and girl, let me tell you: when that happens we'll all give praise like it's Rosh Hashanah. Cause we've strained & struggled 'round half the night, makes me think s'bout time I got out of sight, but don't be sad, baby, cause you'll feel alright after some Seagrams and a high colonic (or fiber, or yoga, or fisting, or sumpin - but come on Everyone, IT'S TIME TO START BUMPIN!) <CHORUS #2 - HORNS & SPONTANEOUS CHOREOGRAPHED STREET DANCING!!> Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, hanging on I’ll make it pretty ugly when it’s time to leave the john Oo-oo-oo-oo! what will you do, with that danglin, janglin poo, tangled in a hair - or two? Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, from your pipe don’t bother with the paper, girl, you need an auto-wipe! Deet-de-de-dee! just wait and see, cause when morning comes you’ll find there’s still a smell here that reminds you of meeee-heeeee-hee-heeeee!!!!! <END W/ HIGHEST POSSIBLE FALSETTO - FADE TO FLUSHING SOUNDS>

zodiac 30-May-04/3:26 PM
I'm sick of that band already. When I move to the Land of Islams next month, I'm going to record bumpin' House tracks with some female Islam doing that weird wailing thing they do. You can't beat that shit!




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