The Crustation Song

I origionaly wrote this song on an envelope when I was 15, when I was trying to write a love song to a girl i loved, but ended up with this insted. She didn't love me, so when I told her I wrote her a song, she kind of groaned, but then I read it to her and what could she do? Well, i think my mom found the song and threw it out. I had to rewrite it over again from memory, so I have no idea just how similer the lyrics are now to the origional lyrics, though the chorus is definately the same. I recorded the new version of the last song for Sonnets Set To Music, but had some problems with it. I did't like the guitar, the bass line was all wrong and most standing out were the lyrics to the second bridge, which I hated. It tooke me a long tgime to come up with a new one, so I re-wrote a lot of the parts, and recorded the song accapella. The accapella version was nice, but I all ready had an accapella song on the record and just didn't think it was right, so I went back to the origional version, and re-recorded every track except the drums.

The poem before the song about passing gas is a poem I wrote at summer camp at age 13. I never forgot the words to that poem.

At the end of the recording and i say "Work this mutha out," it was not in referance to getting the big shit out of my ass. It was just a cool thing to say, it bugs me now that I realise the other interpritation.


i just took a shit
only to find there was no paper
i had to go
with out a wipe

now my ass hurts and
i dont have enough money to pay for
more toilet paper
before tonite

i dont have any money
and i cant afford to smell foney

for my orthadontist
for my brontasorus
for my pocihontis
for my shitty chorus

now my ass hurts
ive still got that crusty feeling
and its really
starting to itch

i can start to feel my
rectum peeling
i'm gonna kill my room mate
that son of a bitch

he just went a head and used what was left
but boy he'll regret it when my butt makes a bass clef

i'll fart so hard
that i'll blow up texas
that i'll flip your checkers
that i'll clip your toe nails
that i'll clip your mothers'