Out to the Outhouse

Out to the outhouse, quick, quick, quick
I ate mom’s food now I am sick
Out in the outhouse where I am king
I’m doing my thing for recycling
oh, oh, oh, I got to go
Oh, oh, oh I’m ready to blow
Out to the outhouse quick, quick, quick
It’s really cold I hope my butt don’t stick

Out to the outhouse oh PU
It really smells there I’ll tell you
We wear a clothespin in our commode
There’s so much gas it might explode
Uh oh oh, There’s just one catch
uh oh oh don’t light a match
out to the outhouse I have to speed
I better bring a lot to read

Out to the outhouse, watch your back
There’s things in there that might attack
We don’t know where they came from
But we’re pretty sure it’s not our bums
Uh, Uh oh there’s Uncle Bill
His stuff is like a toxic spill
Out to the outhouse hold your nose
‘Cause it sure don’t smell like a rose