Happiness Is A Dry Butt


 

Happiness Is A Dry Butt

(Happiness is a Warm Gun)

 

He is a man who misses too much

Doody doody doo doo doo, oh yeah

 

He's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like residue on a toilet seat.

 

The man in the loo with the multi-coloured papers in his weathered hands.

 

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime.

 

A complication of his age which he hates, leaving him incontinent and damp

 

I need to wipe 'cause I'm going ‘round

Down to the bits that I left down down

I need to wipe 'cause I'm going ‘round

 

Mother’s posterior hides the sun

Mother’s posterior hides the sun

Mother’s posterior hides the sun

Mother’s posterior hides the sun

 

Happiness is a dry butt (no more doodoo )

Happiness is a dry butt, mama (no more doodoo)

When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)

And I feel my finger on my sphincter (oh, yeah)

I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)

Because, (happiness) is a dry butt, mama (no more doodoo )

Happiness is a dry butt, yes it is (no more doodoo)

 

Happiness is a dry, yes it is, butt

Happiness (no more doodoo )

 

Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a dry butt, (is a dry butt, yeah).


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