Enter the 49 gates of uncleanliness, said she hoisting up her skirt
I held my breath against her fetidness
As I gazed upon a swinish flirt
I worked like a mule down the pit
For seven long days and seven lonely nights
It makes one week exactly for those of you
Who lack the sk**s to add things up right
Born in this pig sty in my new pants and shirt
But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt
Great Mr. Peanuts Andels said
Battle brained animal with a teethless grin
I fled rather than- let myself
Be bathed in the unforgiveable sin
I went straight home where I was met
By my mother with a skirt up over her head
Sometimes I wonder just why the
Hell
I ever bother to get out of bed
Born in this pig sty- in my new pants and shirt
But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt