New Pants and Shirt - Killdozer

Enter the forty-nine gates of uncleanliness

Said she, pushing up her skirt

I held my breath against her fetidness

As I gazed upon the swinish flirt

I worked like a mule down in the pit

For seven long days and seven lonely nights

That makes one week exactly for those of you

Who lack the skills to add things up right

Born in this pig sty

In my new pants and shirt

But I leaned on the fence

And I fell in the dirt

Crank Mr. Peanut’s handle said

The addle brained coot with a toothless grin

I fled rather than let myself

To be bathed in the unforgivable sin

I went straight home where I was met

By my mother with her skirt up over her head

Sometimes I wonder just why the hell

I ever bother to get out of bed

Born in this pig sty

In my new pants and shirt

But I leaned on the fence

And I fell in the dirt

Born in this pig sty

In my new pants and shirt

But I leaned on the fence

And I fell in the dirt