O sneak-off poo on sat’day eve,
my midst of mayhem quiet reprieve,
but once you’re flushed then I am thinking,
I shall return to bongs and drinking.
bongs and drinking
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O sneak-off poo on sat’day eve,
my midst of mayhem quiet reprieve,
but once you’re flushed then I am thinking,
I shall return to bongs and drinking.