(On On On On) On the Toilet
Words and Music by Christopher White 

Merry Christmas, boys and girls.

You disappear, and close the door,
Twice a day, and often more.
You need some time to be alone,
And sit on your ivory gaping throne.

This time is special, it's just for you.
You don't let friends see what you do.
A secret known by only one,
And only he knows how much fun you have,
When you sit,
On the toilet.
On, on, on, on, on the toilet.

You hang around at least an hour,
Reading comics by the shower.
You scratch yourself, a free-for-all.
Golly-Jesus, what a ball you have,
When you sit,
On the toilet.
On, on, on, on, on the toilet.

When you cease to sit,
You wash your hands of it.
You forget the grimey grit,
And leave your filthy pit,
Forgetting the pleasure you have,
When you sit,
On the toilet.
On and on and on and on, on the toilet.

It's like a shrine just for your mind,
To open eyes, you close the blind.
In your great fortress of solitude,
A stream of thoughts so well construed you have,
When you sit,
On the toilet.
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, on the toilet
On and on and on and on, on the toilet.

When you cease to sit,
You wash your hands of it.
You forget the grimey grit,
And leave your filthy pit,
Forgetting the pleasure you have,
When you sit,
On the toilet.
On and on and on and on and on and on, on the toilet.
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, on the toilet


© Christopher White 2005


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