I’ve checked my email, updated my website.
I guess I’d better shit or get off the pot.
I guess I’d better shit or get off the pot.
All those pictures in my mind
are hot—
no reason to feel faint or get uptight,
but what am I going to do now instead of you know what?
no reason to feel faint or get uptight,
but what am I going to do now instead of you know what?
Well, I could go and measure my
grave plot,
where I’ll be lying when I’ve given up the fight,
after I've shat or gotten off the pot.
where I’ll be lying when I’ve given up the fight,
after I've shat or gotten off the pot.
But the coffin’s a bad hotel—I’m
not
in any damn hurry to have died,
but in the meantime what am I going to do instead of that?
in any damn hurry to have died,
but in the meantime what am I going to do instead of that?
Well, I just might buy a
brand new hat,
with glitter, a blue feather on the side,
to wear as I sit upon my porcelain pot.
with glitter, a blue feather on the side,
to wear as I sit upon my porcelain pot.
Knowing folks might think that
I’m kind of a bat,
but all these box-car trains are free to ride,
so I’m hopping on board of a steel you know what—
the only way to shit AND get off the pot.
but all these box-car trains are free to ride,
so I’m hopping on board of a steel you know what—
the only way to shit AND get off the pot.
