The Old Man (Is On The Commode)
He make the thunder in the bathroom
He make the methane level rise
He got the sports page folded on his bended knee
He make it smell like something died
Hey Mr. Ty-D-Bol
You 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 Mr. Ty-D-Bol
You better jump and run
You better hidey-hide, my friend
The old man is on the commode
The old man is on the commode