(Parody of The Old Man Down the Road by John Fogerty)


He made the thunder in the bathroom
He made the methane level rise
He got the sport page folded on his bended knee
He make it smell like something died

Hey mister Tidy Bowl
He better jump and run
You got to hidey hide oh no
The old man is on the commode

He got the spare tire in his middle
He's always hauling a hefty load
He had a blue plate special with refried beans
And you can hear his crack explode

Hey mister Tidy Bowl
He better jump and run
You better hidey hide my friend
The old man is on the commode
The old man is on the commode