Part 1.
Everyone has a phone, that rings inside their minds.
It gyrates, it imitates, genuflects and then rewinds.
It's a random sound that greets you, and then says
goodbye. You never know, if it's OK to reply.
Everyone has an urge to wipe their butts with 2-ply.
Spent many years lurking behind the horrible evil eye.
Never knowing which way to run and to hide.
The bottoms up, top is down, no answer is justified.
Throw it out, keep it in, leave it alone, it's all the same.
The entire problem, the static sin, is inside your brain.
If anyone wants to stop and take this fun little ride,
Tell them that they're welcome to stand at the end of the line.
So what if those souped up pigs want to start a war?
The rules aren't always meant to reduce the death toll.
Doesn't anyone care about peace and love anymore?
The planet and its people, and animals know what's in store.
Part 2.
Worms, Worms, Worms.
Wriggly, Wiggly, Slimy, Dirty.
Recycle It, Eat It, Smell It!
Loosen It, Defecate, Lay It!
Bugs, Bugs, Bugs.
Creepy, Crawly, Grimy, Grizzly.
Sense It, Splice It, Reproduce!
Loosen It, Defecate, Lay It!
People, People, People.
Smelly, Surrogate, Feeble.
Tell It, Lie About It, Think It!
Loosen It, Defecate, Lay It!
