Everybody Poops

"Everybody Poops is this stupid song that you may have seen on those "How to Make Good X Bad" pages.

Lyrics
Well the Pope takes a poop, and the President too,

And the fancy-pants banker in his three-piece suit,

The big fat general and all of his troops,

The truth of the matter is that everybody poops.

The famous brain surgeon has to leave his lump,

And the high-priced model has to stop for a dump,

A can the size of Canada can't spray away the truth,

Even if they don't admit it, everybody poops.

Everybody poops, (Everybody poops)

Everybody poops, (Poopa poopy doo)

Sure things number more than two,

Death and taxes and that everybody poops.

Some days it's easy, other days it's hard,

But if your system's working, thank your lucky stars,

Nobody talks about it, not a word is said,

But if you're not poopin', then it means you're prob'ly dead.

The destitute and homeless have to do it, it's true,

But even all the wealthy people gotta make due, (doo)

And if you live long enough, it's happenin' to you,

Sooner or later, everybody poops!

Everybody poops, (Everybody poops)

Everybody poops, (Poopa poopy doo)

Sure things number more than two,

Death and taxes and that everybody poops.

Death and taxes and that everybody poops.

Death and taxes and that everybody poops.

Everybody poops!