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Poopin’ In Stall Four

Parody of “Under the Bridge,” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

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Intro

Sometimes I feel like

I got to go poopy

Sometimes I feel like

My only friend

Is the toilet I poop in

The toilet in stall four

No matter what I do

I got to go poop.

 

Verse 1

I poop in the bowl cause

I can’t in the sink

I poop in the stall cause

I am insecure

But when i urinate

In stall number four

I always worry

Cause thats sacralige

 

Chorus

I dont ever want to poop

Like i did that day

Take me to the stall i love

Take me to that stall

I dont ever want to poop

Like i did that day

Take me to the stall I love

Take me to stall four

 

Verse 2

Its hard to belive that

I can’t find a stall four

Its hard to belive that

Theres only one

At least i have its love

The love of my stall four

No matter what i do

I have to go poop

 

Chorus

I dont ever want to poop

Like i did that day

Take me to the stall i love

Take me to that stall

I dont ever want to poop

Like i did that day

Take me to the stall I love

Take me to stall four

 

Outro

Poopin’ in stall four

Is where I could not poop

Poopin’ in stall four

So I took a laxitive

Poopin’ in stall four

Forgot about my pants

Poopin’ in stall Four

I left a big streak mark

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You know…

I don’t feel keeping tigers as pets is as cool as it seems

with the meat

and the fur

and the nails

and the teeth…

Is that corn between that tigers teeth?

That tiger has corn between his teeth.

How was that tiger eating corn?

What the hell’s going on here?

It’s not corn?

What it is then?

…pieces of a raincoat?

I’m sorry…I didn’t know.