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Oh, Toilet Bowl

Oh, toilet bowl Did you hear me in the hall Talking to that bastard wall Asking who moved the door Oh, toilet bowl Don’t ever have gin and tonic Cause inebriation is quite ironic When lost in your own home Oh, toilet bowl So accessible and cool Forgive my 90 proof drool Irony is about to surface Oh, toilet bowl We're no longer alone I’m talking to Ralph on your big white phone He says he’s sorry Oh, toilet bowl My porcelain gold If I may be so bold Meet my bottom Oh, toilet bowl!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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