A song from the 60s, by the fugs.
Down in the subway
Goin to a dance
Lookin for a toilet
About to **** my pants
Uh uh
Baby uh uh
Reach in my pocket
Lookin for a coin
But all I find is
Three pennies and a joint
Uh uh
(forgot next verse, something about
But you don't get no ****
For just three cents)
Uh uh
If I had a nickle
If I had a dime
I'd put it in the toilet
And I'd **** all the time
dagmaraka wrote:Ha. Good to see this ole thread back up.
My father actually has a bathroom notebook. It's called 'brilliant ideas' or something to that sort. It hangs on a string so that you can reach it and write down something brilliant that crossed your mind while in action. It really is brilliant. When I come home (in some 14 hours, gah), I'll peruse through it and see what they thunk up while I was gone.
Not a book I want to handle....
