Anachronology
[verse]
In a little room where the tiles are flush,
I sat down quiet, in a bit of a rush.
But soon my nose, it starts to quiver,
From a stinky bomb delivered next door
[chorus]
Courtesy flush, oh won’t you save my day?
A little water might just wash that stench away. It’s a neighborly thing, in the stall to my right, Please, oh please, give that handle a flight!
[verse]
The air's so thick, you could carve it out,
But a simple flush would spare me the bout.
Oh neighbor mine, what did you eat?
It’s a potent potion, not so sweet.
[chorus]
Courtesy flush, oh won't you save my day?
A little water might just wash that stench away.
It's a neighborly thing, in the stall to my right,
Please, oh please, give that handle a flight!
[instrumental solo]
[chorus]
Courtesy flush, oh won't you save my day?
A little water might just wash that stench away.
It's a neighborly thing, in the stall to my right,
Please, oh please, give that handle a flight!
[chorus]
So next time you're here, and nature calls loud,
Remember the lesson that isn’t too proud:
A courtesy flush keeps the peace, keeps it fresh,
In our little shared haven of tile and mesh!