The
Perthshire Pissant was his name,
And
urination was his game,
He’s
pissed more places than money can buy,
And
he’ll piss in some more before we all die.
He’s
pissed in more places than money can buy,
He’s
pissed on the Castle, the London Eye,
He
was pissed when he pissed on Buckingham Palace,
But
not when he pissed in the Holy Chalice.
He
pissed on King, he pissed on Milton,
He
pissed on Ghandi and Peter Shilton,
He
pissed up a wall and watched it run down,
He
pissed on his dog and watched it drown.
Throughout
every city in the nation,
He
has pissed in every railway station,
And
every bus driver that leaves the shop,
Can
smell his piss before seeing the stop.
He
pissed on the bins and up against trees,
He
loved the sound of it running down eaves,
He
pissed in doorways of office blocks,
He
pissed off of the pier and into the docks.
He
pissed on his Mum and pissed on his Dad
Who
prayed that his pissing was only a fad,
He
even pissed on his poor old Gran,
All
over her head, then away he ran.
Yes,
he pissed on his family and pissed on his friends,
Why
the boy could even piss around bends,
He
could piss on something and make it bounce off,
And
hit something else before hitting the trough.
He
pissed on the seat and he pissed on the floor,
But
a bigger piss than ever before,
Where
once you could walk, you now had to wade,
And the more he pissed, the more piss he made.
The
more he pissed, the more he wanted to,
The
bigger the stream, the more he’d brew,
His
aim became to submerge the earth,
If
he couldn’t do that, he’d settle with Perth.
The
Perthshire Pissant was his name,
And
urination was his game,
But then suddenly God took his urge away,
And "BANG!"
He hasn't pissed once to this very day.