Three came, crapped on the lawn © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "WE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN" BY: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN BONUS QUOTE: "Civilization is the distance man has placed between himself and his excreta." BRIAN ALDISS		About once every second year or so, as I'm running out of parody gas and just to crap the last of it out of my system, I write a song with potty humour and puns (I know it's immature, but at least I doo it under my own name and always try to be original about it). This time it's a take on the old joke about a Chain Letter Fertilizer Club. I've been sending out invites, my lawn's your throne I've been sending out maps that shows my home I've been clearing out lawn carts and some stones The road has new extensions built for shy unknowns Three came, crapped on the lawn Three came, crapped on the lawn Endeavoured to crouch down Three came, crapped on the lawn From high hope to in smithereens, with a hustle I'm boned Why did I break my back, should have better known Withheld self for a road trip of my own Three ain't no good here in this frugal town Three came, crapped on the lawn Three came, crapped on the lawn Endeavoured to crouch down Three came, crapped on the lawn Where's the guys, the guys with just crap for me Where's the farts with stunned bowels I'm cursin' Where's the brown splat noise that'll awaken me Where's the potty little grans that my lawn needs Where's that postal response, ain't here for me Tired of waiting, inviting all of thee Tired of waiting, inviting all of thee Endeavour here to crouch down Endeavour here to crouch down Endeavour here to crouch down Come here, crap on my lawn Come here, crap on my lawn Endeavour to crouch down Come here, crap on my lawn Come here, crap on my lawn Come here, crap on my lawn Endeavour to crouch down Come here, crap on my lawn © Peter Andersson 2012
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