Turd In A Golden Bowl
Tune: A Bird In a Gilded Cage
It's only a turd, in a golden bowl
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think that it means she is free from care
Assured regularity!
It's rounded and formed by greed, you see;
A thing with no life, or soul
And its beauty is pale, in a rich man's jail --
It's a turd in a golden bowl!
The bathroom was filled with rich delights
It shone with a golden light;
And there was a woman who passed along
The fairest of all the sights!
A girl to her lover then softly sighed:
"What product! What bowels! How grand!"
But he cried, "That's absurd! It is only a turd
"Though it lies in a golden stand!...
It's only a turd, in a golden bowl
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think that it means she is free from care
Assured regularity!
It's rounded and formed by greed, you see;
A thing with no life, or soul
And its beauty is pale, in a rich man's jail --
It's a turd in a golden bowl!
I stood near a sewage plant, by the sea'
As the sun drove away the rain.
And looked at the flow that did seaward go
From crappers both great and plain
A large and well formed piece, I knew on sight
Came from one who'd been Queen of Wealth
And I thought: it is truer, among its kind
Than it seemed on that golden shelf!
It's only a turd, in a golden bowl
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think that it means she is free from care
Assured regularity!
It's rounded and formed by greed, you see;
A thing with no life, or soul
And its beauty is pale, in a rich man's jail --
It's a turd in a golden bowl!