Here I sit, in the hall of vapors. Some darn fool done stole the papers. The bell has rung I must not linger. Look out ass here comes my finger.
Those who write on bathroom walls,Roll their shit in little balls.And you who read these words of wit,Eat those little balls of shit.
Here I sit, broken heartedCame to shit and only farted.Wasted a dime, but what the hell,At least I can sit, and enjoy the smell.