cover of song by Screeching Weasel. It's not a song about my wife I promise.

Dingbat

Since You Ask

When I get out of bed
There is a thing I like to do.
It isn’t revolutionary,
Or radical, or new:
I stumble to the kitchen
Where I make myself a brew
Then I amble to the bathroom
For a good, old-fashioned poo.

Good old-fashioned poo
Good old-fashioned poo
I amble to the bathroom
For a good, old-fashioned poo.

I do it every day
And I’ve developed quite a system:
I drop my boxer shorts
And rest my mug upon the cistern,
Then I take off my dressing gown
And sit down on the loo
Where I have a sip of tea
And do a good, old-fashioned poo.

Good old-fashioned poo
Good old-fashioned poo
I have a sip of tea
And do a good, old-fashioned poo.

I read the morning paper
While I sit and grow a tail.
If I run out of bog roll
Then I use the Daily Mail. 
I soil the editorials
Whilst staring at the L’Oreal,
Because I’m worth it when it comes
to my old-fashioned poo.

Good old-fashioned poo
Good old-fashioned poo
I sit down with the paper
For a good, old-fashioned poo.

It is my morning ritual
It has become habitual
You may think I exaggerate
But I would call it... spiritual.
I don’t mean to be rude
Or crude
Or coarse
Or blunt
Or blue
But if there’s one thing I enjoy
It’s this: a good, old fashioned poo.

Good old-fashioned poo
Good old-fashioned poo
I really rather do enjoy
A good, old-fashioned poo!

Good Old Fashioned Poo

a poorly-executed cover of a great Nick Cave song

Lime Tree Arbour

GUNS OF BRIXTON

YESTERDAY IS HERE

GREEN EYES

8675309 (Jenny)

THE BALLAD OF TIM EVANS

very lo fi mangling of old English folk song

HARES ON THE MOUNTAIN

What we lack in talent we make up for in ineptitude

Yabyelle