The Loo Song

I was born in Arkansas, me mammy was a squaw, pappy

hailed from Timbuktu

There’s one thing I recall that I hated most of all

Was that little green shed, our Loo

It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth

Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade

of green

The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the

bottom of the garden

Well one day when I was six, I was chopping at some

sticks

When a nasty little gleam came to my eye

I ran down to the John and shoved it off the lawn

In to the river flowing gently by

Soon my Pappy called my name ,he yelled "Hey, what's ya

game ?"

Why did you shove our privy in the drink

Well then I shook with fear and shed a little tear

I said it wasn’t me I didn’t think

It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth

Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade

of green

The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the

bottom of the garden

Then my Pappy told to me, how George Washington, felled

the tree

Then he went and owned up straight away

And he because he told the truth, that honest youth

foresooth

His Pappy didn’t punish him that day

Well, me being a little green, I thought I'd best come

clean

So I told my Pappy how I sank that shack

Well, with a rebel cry of glee he hauled me o’er his

knee

Proceeded to wop me blue and black

It had a Cedar shingle roof, I swear that was the truth

Hinges all rusting and corroding, ‘twas a ghastly shade

of green

The worst you’ve ever seen, it stood there at the

bottom of the garden

Since I hadn’t told a lie, I asked my Pappy why

He sat there and he answered with a frown

Well, George Washington’s pappy, he, wasn’t sitting in

the tree

When that little bastard went and chopped it down