Lyrics

HOLY SHIT
© Louis Gaston

There’s nothing like the pleasure of defecation,
I think I’m gonna move on to mass-production,
Well I’m sick of all this tight ass constipation
The brown train is coming out of Central Station
Holy shit smells hot : the Good Lord shat in a pot.

The flies fly high but they’re coming down on me :
My yesterday’s dinner is-a-trying to break free…
I’m gonna fight for freedom, let the toilet roll
Pull Your greasy little fingers out the sticky little hole
Holy shit smells hot : the Good Lord shat in a pot.

(Chorus :)
God bless the food that we are eating…
Blessed must be what’s comin’ out !
And every time I feel it comin’
It makes me wanna shout :
That I got one Dirty Smiley Happy Pretty Little Song
I want the Devils and the Rebels all to sing, sing along :
Holy shit smells hot : the Good Lord shat in a pot.

I use my shit to mark the borders of my land.
If I shit a little further, my kingdom will expand :
I’ll do a poo-poo here, and another poo-poo there
I’m gonna conquer the world by spreading my shit everywhere
Holy shit smells hot : the Good Lord shat in a pot…

EAT THIS !!! (solo)

I went to the heaven meet my mate The Maker, yeeaah !
I sang Him my song ‘cause I ain’t no faker, nooo !
When I asked Him what He thought of my little piece of art
He said my filthy little poem wasn’t worth a fart
Holy shit smells hot : the Good Lord shat in a pot.