The Old Man Is on the Commode

歌詞

He make the thunder in the bathroom He make the methane level rise He got the sports page folded on his bended knee, he make it smell like somethin' died Hey, Mister Ty-D-Bowl He better jump and run! You gotta hide-ee, I don't know The old man is on the commode He got that spare tire in his middle He's always haulin' a healthy load He had a blue plate special with refried beans, and you can hear his crack explode Hey, Mister Ty-D-Bowl He better jump and run! You better hide-ee hide, my friend The old man is on the commode The old man is on the commode (Flatulation noises, toilet flushes)