I don't hear the flush flow
You zip your fly
Bowl's full of you-knows
Damn you man, use your eyes

And if you don't flush it now
With diffusion smell's gonna spread
For despite all my praying
You would never yank the chain

And if you don't flush it now
Will it biodegrade in the end?
But despite all my praying
You would never yank the chain

Wanna hear a clean flow
Would solve the plight
Toilet's a low-flow
Need a flush, need it twice
Stinkin' offence
Damn skid marks, damn this blight

And if you would flush it now
My olfactory'd say amen
You can still hear me praying
That you'd ever yank the chain

And if you don't flush it soon
I will sever nasal nerve ends
You can still hear me praying
That you'd ever yank the chain

And still you don't flush it now
Where's those lemon-stuffed Glade Plug-Ins?
You can still hear me praying
That you'd ever yank the chain

(ominous toilet bowl rumblings)

Chain, you yank it never
Live like on skid row
Chain, you yank it never
Three tries for a low-flow
Chain, you yank it never
Leaving seat up, too - no!
Chain, you yank it never
Stuns even Fido