AINE MAKE IT STOP I'M GETTIN DIZZY!!!!!!!

I'm not sure I should be proud of this but here's another one.

{sung to The Battle of New Orleans}

A Dungmeisters Lament.

In the year 2000,

I took a Kudu shit,

I popped it in my mouth & then,

I commenced to spit,

It really doesn't matter,

The kind of turd you picked,

Cause once you get it past your nose,

You've really got it licked.

{chorus}

We'll all spit turds ,

like it's goin outta style,

The heap is gettin smaller than it was awhile ago,

We'll all spit turds,

& Then make another pile,

You can suckem you can chewem but don'tcha dare swallow.

Now my wife said "Darlin,

"You gotta stop this dear"

"I can't sleep in the bed with you",

"You're stinkin up the air"

"I'm packin up the suitcase",

" And the kids are goin too",

"You're a dung spittin daddy",

"And we're all ashamed of you".

{chorus}

So the wife took off,

With her mother she's a bummin,

She ain't around as much as she was awhile ago,

She took the kids,

& They all began a runnin,

Because of little turdies that their dear ol daddy blow.

Now we tried spittin moose,

& We tried spittin raccoon,

& We tried the elk from the wild wild west,

The white tailed deer,

From the suburbs of New Jersey,

But the Kudu from the jungle,

Is the one we like the best.

Now I'm feelin kinda low,

And I'm feelin all forlorn,

Cause I find myself alone,

When I wake up in the morn,

I was gonna find a rock,

That I could crawl beneath,

But I just met a girl,

With shit stains on her teeth.

{ Don'tcha just love a happy ending?}

Ron.