What kind of stool am I,
Inside, my waters gush
White collar round, on me, is found,
Handle that makes me flush..

The kind of life I lead
Is misery...
Here in this bowl of mine
So many poo and pee..

Abused with hips and knees
A virtual butt abyss..
Subjected to loud grunts,
And God-awful groans, like this...

There should be more respect
I serve society..
Why is my lot to be a pot
Of impropriety ?

I hate the place I dwell
Here in a Motel Six..
Why not a spot that's hot,
Like Hollywood..to serve a miss
Some lovely sexy babe,
Like sweet J-Lo, or Pam..
Then I know I'd be satisfied
To be the stool I am...

Yes, I know I'd be satisfied
To be the stool I am...