[This track is from the Collected Recordings box set, on Gentlemen Start Your Egos.]
One day fine, passing together, along the same sewage line, two little feces met
Said the first, as they moved towards their destination, "How do you poo?" Replied the second, with no further ado
I'm well thank poo, wearing dark brown today, but pardon if I say, you look in bad shape
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
Yes, replied the first, my boss ate liverwurst, and it's been hard holding
things together
And so on they conversed, sport, politics and the weather, while all the
time avoiding topics of the end
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
Knocking on the toilet door
The final stop a few minutes away, the two feces now with little left to
say, pondered on their own thoughts
The kids and the wife, their own brief life, all but a flash in the pan
They hit the wired grill, like cattle to the slaughter, soon to be evaporated and distilled, transformed back into water
