Wish You'd Showered
©2009 David Jones and The Okra Pods
Bet you didn’t think to wash in between your rolls.
Or go and scrubba dubby dub off those layers of mold.
You’re starting to smell like rotting florets of Cauliflower,
And now I’m wishing that you’d showered.
The fungus on your hinny has spread and is starting to grow.
It’s creeping and a’crawling, and soon it will start to show.
Now even your feet are starting to sour,
And now I’m wishing that you’d showered.
Well, bet you didn’t think to wash in between your toes.
Or go and scrubba dubby dub around all of your holes.
You have me running like a real woosified coward,
And now I’m wishing that you’d showered.
Running from you now.
The cooties gonna spread from you.
Scrub on, scrub on, scrub on scrubbing on.
Scrub on scrubbing on, scrub on scrubbing on.
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