Collected here are my own lyrical contributions because POSTERIORITY:
Oh, that little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the butt-chug
Nobody’s ever seen it, but it’s got the whole world shook up
It all started with a bunch of frat boys and a jug
It’s a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the butt-chug
I don’t care what’s right or wrong,I won’t try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow, Lord tonight I need a hand.
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow’s out of sight
And I can’t do this alone. Help me butt-chug through the night.
C
I say C-H
C-H-U
C-H-U-G
Chug
C-H-U-G
Chug Chug Chug Chug
B
I say B-U
B-U-T
B-U-T-T
Butt
B-U-T-T C-H-U-G
Butt Chug
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Butt Chug
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Butt Chug
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Butt Chug
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
Butt Chug
Doo-doo-doo-DAH-dee-ah-dah
B-U-T-T C-H-U-G
Butt Chug!
They got box-wine in their pelvic colon
They’ve plugged their Hershey Highway
They’re piping in more Carlo Rossi
They’re butt chuggin’ everyday
Come on, come on, come on let’s go butt chuggin’
Come on, come on, come on butt chuggin’
Come on, come on, come on let’s go butt chuggin’
Come on, come on, come on butt chuggin’
Yeah yeah yeah butt chuggin’
Yeah yeah yeah butt chuggin’
Yeah yeah yeah butt chuggin’
Yeah yeah yeah
Have you seen the well-to-do, up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air
High hats and Arrowed collars, white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime, for wonderful wine
If you’re blue and you don’t know which end to do
Why don’t you drink behind your nuts?
Chuggin’ in the butt.
Different types who wear a frat shirt, chaps with stripes
And cut away jeans, doing what?
Chuggin’ in the butt.
Buttchugging away
With my beautiful, my beautiful balloon
The world’s a nicer place with my beautiful balloon
I get totally shitfaced my beautiful balloon
I can run the tube straight up my ass and squeeze it dry
And I get high, I get high
Buttchugging away
With my beautiful, my beautiful balloon
I met you in somebody’s frat house
You thought you had known me before
I brought you a crate of Franzia
It went right on in your back door
You probably wouldn’t remember
I probably couldn’t forget
Buttchug love in the tub driving me insane
I envy your enema set
Buttchug love it’s drivin’ me mad
It’s makin’ me crazy
Buttchug love it’s drivin’ me mad
It’s makin’ me crazy
Well I never kept a bottle past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants.
Never made me feel less than crappy,
Even when the juice came from France, oh no
I need a buttchug to keep me happy,
I need a buttchug to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Grape wine in an enema bag
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine after class
Me and him and this other fool
Decided that we’ll butt-chug whats left
Butt-chug so I plugged myself
first time for everything
umm my ass still stings
Butt-chug butt-chug
Make u wanna holla hidy hole,
Burns your asshole don’t you know
Butt-chug butt-chug
Kinda Christmasy, but holy hell does the Compose screen ever love adding span tags.
8 comments:
I think that I can safely say that the world has not seen the like of this post before.
I think I'm glad I'm not prone to photosensitive epilepsy.
Or butt-chugging.
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when it comes to butt-chugging, it will be hard to keep up with goatse guy.
Oh yes, I am opening that up for Sub to do yet another revolting animation.
Somewhere around I have jetpack grannies flying out of goatse, so it should be easy to make them fly back in.
To paraphrase The Ig (as we remember it, could be wrong):
"Butt-chuggers
Butt-chuggers
Butt-chuggers
wanna (Tryin' ta?) run my world!"
Jetpack news.
Harumph. Granny flies free. And there's FIRE.
jetpack grannies flying out of goatse
First line from a missing stanza of Masefield's "Cargoes".
Is there a whiter band? None more white.
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