Grace Slick, 67 today. Constipated as ever.


White Cloud
(to the tune of "White Rabbit")
One pill makes your bowels move
And one pill shuts them down
And the one your home nurse gives you
Will make you strain and frown
Go ask Ex-Lax
You'll shit ten feet tall
And if you go unrollin' Charmin'
And you know you're going to call
Your nurse back in to the bathroom
She will wipe you clean and all
Go ask Ex-Lax
Your bowels blow
When last nights awful dinner
Has dropped out sloppy fast
And the White Cloud is folded backwards
And your meal's last bit has passed
Remember, it's your final blast!
Wipe your arse!
Wipe your arse!
(to the tune of "White Rabbit")
One pill makes your bowels move
And one pill shuts them down
And the one your home nurse gives you
Will make you strain and frown
Go ask Ex-Lax
You'll shit ten feet tall
And if you go unrollin' Charmin'
And you know you're going to call
Your nurse back in to the bathroom
She will wipe you clean and all
Go ask Ex-Lax
Your bowels blow
When last nights awful dinner
Has dropped out sloppy fast
And the White Cloud is folded backwards
And your meal's last bit has passed
Remember, it's your final blast!
Wipe your arse!
Wipe your arse!
1 Comments:
My favorite Grace Slick quote is: "it doesn't mean shit to a tree."
Or perhaps that was Paul Katner...I dunno.
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