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 
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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 
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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
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 worst you’ve ever seen,
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it stood there at the bottom of the 
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garden.

[Verse]
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Well, one day when I was six, I was
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 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
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 off the lawn
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into the river flowing gently by.

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[Verse]
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Soon my Pappy called my name, he 
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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 
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shed a little tear,
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I said, it wasn’t me, I didn’t 
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think.

[Verse]
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Then my Pappy told to me, how 
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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
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 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 
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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 
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hauled me o’er his knee,
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proceeded to wop me blue and black.

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

[Verse]
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Since I hadn’t told a lie, I asked 
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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, 
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he, wasn’t sitting in the tree,
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when that little bastard went and
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 chopped it down.