More *poop * songs!

*Poop* dreams are made of this, why waste time and take a pee?, I save all my *poop*, do you wanna see?, Everybody, heres my collection,

Some are in a shoebox , After a while they get hard as rocks, Some are in my ice trays, Cold *poop* cubes just make my day!,

OhhhhhhhOhhhohhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhahhhhhhoooooooooo, Ahhhhhhhmemememememhheheh Ohoooooohooooo....Ya Ya Ya Ya!

Poop* dreams are made of this, why waste time and take a pee?, I save all my *poop*, do you wanna see?, Everybody, heres my collection...

Thanks for coming to the show, good night.

KingTurd

You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you I want to defecate you

Help me....squirt out my insides Help me....my turds need a pump Help me....the only thing that works for me Help me take a really big dump

I wanna poop just like an animal I wanna poop here on the inside I wanna poop just like an animal My innerds need a big scoop You get me closer to poop

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There was an old lady ...

There was an old lady who lived in the street, Her passage was blocked up from too much to eat, She took stomach pills without reading the box, Before she could think turds were flying for blocks.

Chorus:
        Too-ra-li, too-ra-li, too-ra-lay, too-ra-lay,
        A rolling stone gathers no moss so they say,
        Sing along, sing along, with the birds, with the birds,
        It's a wonderful song but it's all about turds.

Well she ran to the window and stuck out her arse, Just at that moment a p'liceman came past, That poor old p'liceman was eating his pie, Whena steaming hot turd hit him right in the eye,

[Chorus]

Well he ran to the East and he ran to the West, When a further consignment hit him right in the chest, Well he fled to the North and he fled to the South, When a bloody great turd hit him right in the mouth.

[Chorus]

The next time you walk over Waterloo bridge, Look out for a p'liceman asleep on the ridge, His chest bears a plackard, around it these words, "Be kind to this cop who's been blinded by turds"

[Chorus twice]

There was an old lady ...

There was an old lady who lived in the street, Her passage was blocked up from too much to eat, She took stomach pills without reading the box, Before she could think turds were flying for blocks.

Chorus:
        Too-ra-li, too-ra-li, too-ra-lay, too-ra-lay,
        A rolling stone gathers no moss so they say,
        Sing along, sing along, with the birds, with the birds,
        It's a wonderful song but it's all about turds.

Well she ran to the window and stuck out her arse, Just at that moment a p'liceman came past, That poor old p'liceman was eating his pie, Whena steaming hot turd hit him right in the eye,

[Chorus]

Well he ran to the East and he ran to the West, When a further consignment hit him right in the chest, Well he fled to the North and he fled to the South, When a bloody great turd hit him right in the mouth.

[Chorus]

The next time you walk over Waterloo bridge, Look out for a p'liceman asleep on the ridge, His chest bears a plackard, around it these words, "Be kind to this cop who's been blinded by turds"

[Chorus twice]

In article , [email] says...

i like deleted some cool stuff here ....

i got a rhyme for da house:

the night was dark the sky was blue away down the street the turdwagon flew.

it hit a bump a scream was heard, a man was hit by flying turds.

he could not swim, he could not float. and so the turds clogged up his throat.

and on his tombstone it was writ, 'killed in action by flying s***'.

--toni

KingTurd wrote:

(snip kewl lyrics)

AAAAAAHHH! It's that scary chick with the Minnie Mouse hair....

but she's singing about *poop*...

hmmmm...is it normal to get wood even though she's creeping me out?