Standing on my bed, staring at the coffee can Pondering when all of this bed wetting began People at my church may say that I’m getting lazy They still haven’t seen the other side of my mattress "I’ve never been able to let myself get better" Cause I always seem to be under a better bed wetter And it’s just gonna stay that way forever, since that son of a bitch purchased the top bunk. I’ll never go back to the way I used to bed miss Because, a good wetting does not grant me such bliss Life is a pissed bed, and happiness is a goal Since there’s never enough time to hit the bless'd bowl. Feeling like I’m gonna just toss and turn Laying way back, I watch my swollen bladder churn Everyone seems to be bed wetting lugubriously Finding me a dream where one can piss endlessly But if happiness is life’s last yellow led better? I’ll still be lying under the world's best bed wetter. I watch my window get pounded by pee Wondering if there is a cleaner way to communicate my plea? Yet, I’ve never been able to let go of my bladder better? I merely seem to be under an Olympic bed wetter.