Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing
It's on his hip... external colon thing
It's such a drag
Papa's got an ostomy bag
Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
His clothes are real loose....so it won't be seen
It's such a drag
Papa's got an ostomy bag
We wears it at work....
Wears it at night
Even when he's asleep, you know it ain't right
He's squeezin' the funky, brown Mashed Potatoes, flushin' down See you later alligator.
Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
It's on his hip now
that artificial colon thing;
It's such a drag
He's got a brand new bag
Oh papa! He's doing the Squeeze
Papa...he's doing the Squeeze
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
It's the same routine ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's....like a Boomerang.
Hey....come on
Hey! Hey.....come on
(plopping sounds)
(muted cursing)