'Bout my bladder and me,
When I really feel that,
I need somewhere to go pee,
Don't wan' go out pitching on myself,
Hoping to find, blinds to go behind.

So when my bladder tells me,
If you take a wiz there son,
You better look see,
'Cause to tap penis is all you want,
So need to find place, for piece of mind.

Lotsa people have an ego hang-up,
Their place to pee can be only one.
How many times before have they tore up their bladder?
Holdin' on what should be passed.
Ain't nobody groovin' on to try to find out,
Where your pissing place was last.

It's just my adder you see,
If it's lurching springs forth rather real amber pee,
'Cause won't always be,
An empty flume waitin' for you,
A handy-mart to make your dew.
Wine must get outside,
'Cause it's this bladder makes pee,
If my adder you see...