to most of the tune of 'Hey Jude'...

by Reverend Flash

"She Pooed, and it smelled bad
''Twas a tad long and finished wetter
Remember - to leave the house can be smart
She cuts worse farts than Irish setters

She pooed; I wish she'd sprayed
Tell the maid to air out my sweater
The minute that shit gets into your skin
Then you begin to smell like cheddar

She let it out, and it's a sin
She pooed; how grim
The way she's got someone to eat corn with
The smell, you know's, not just from poo
There's pus; blood, too
Bowel movements like these can drop like boulders
(Na na na na na, na na na na)

She poo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooed and no one's glad
She had flounder so it reeks better
Whenever the toilet bowl falls apart
Artichoke hearts is what they fed her, fed her, fed her, fed her, FED HER, FED
HER, OOHHHHH!

Coc-coc-ka, coc-ca-coc-ka
Coc-ca-coc-ka, she pooed....
(Etc.)"

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