"Bust Another Outhouse Shed"

  The dressing of the fertile, the logs lay on the lawn
  Don't make it a torture, for me to sit upon
  The stall is such a habit, the calling of the chair
  A trash can then begins to sway, a smell is everywhere

  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus

  Tell them crouch down when, they bust another outhouse shed
  Bust another outhouse shed
  Bust another outhouse shed

  Another purging Cece, another base is plugged
  Hear another yelping, prime cut from TB's butt
  A drip of smelly water, it's not a shaving place
  Another narcissistic, the sweat pours down your face

  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus
  You want the bomb anus
  You'll get the bomb anus

  I'll shave my mullet head, and bust another outhouse shed
  Bust another outhouse shed



"Poo Poo Poopy"

  Poo Poo Poopy goodbye, Poo Poo Poopy don't dry
  Your cattle farm stock shakes me
  So soil your jeans and meet me at Ben Lomond Station
  Crotch me Poopy again, Lower intestinal friend

  Stay in your seat, watch what you eat
  If you don't get a dead stool then you'll know I'm complete

  Poo Poo Poopy hello, Poo Poo Poopy let's bust another outhouse shed
  Bust another outhouse shed