You don't take a shower
You don't put the seat down
You hardly cook for me anymore
When I come home from the bar
Where I spend half the day
I remember when your manners didn't bug me
You used to aim when you'd pee
Now after frank and beans late at night
Well I can't hold it in
So I just let it fly
And it stinks like a meadow
Full of steaming cow pies
You could say "excuse me"
You could turn the fan on
You don't smell like flowers anymore