The Loo Song

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I was born in Arkansas, me mammy was a squaw,
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pappy hailed from Timbuktu,
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there’s one thing I recall that I hated most of all,
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was that little green shed, our loo.

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It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth,
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hinges all rusting and corroding,
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‘twas a ghastly shade of green, the worst you’ve ever seen,
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it stood there at the bottom of the garden.

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Well, one day when I was six, I was chopping at some sticks,
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when a nasty little gleam came to my eye,
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I ran down to the john and shoved it off the lawn
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into the river flowing gently by.

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Soon my Pappy called my name, he yelled "Hey, what's ya game ?"
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Why did you shove our privy in the drink ?
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Well, then I shook with fear and shed a little tear,
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I said, it wasn’t me, I didn’t think.

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Then my Pappy told to me, how George Washington felled the tree,
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then he went and owned up straight away.
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And because he told the truth, that honest youth foresooth,
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his Pappy didn’t punish him that day.

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Well, me being a little green, I thought I'd best come clean,
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so I told my Pappy how I sank that shack.
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Well, with a rebel cry of glee he hauled me o’er his knee,
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proceeded to wop me blue and black.

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It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth,
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hinges all rusting and corroding,
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‘twas a ghastly shade of green, the worst you’ve ever seen,
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it stood there at the bottom of the garden.

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Since I hadn’t told a lie, I asked my Pappy, why ?
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He sat there and he answered with a frown.
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Well, George Washington’s pappy, he, wasn’t sitting in the tree,
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when that little bastard went and chopped it down.