Well, that’s Nasty.
trombone, strings, harp, flute, saxophone, piano, accordionLyrics
(Upbeat, playful tune)
Verse 1:
In the bathroom at Target,
I hear a dookie war startin’,
Oh no, find cover, find cover!
It’s a storm, I’m smothered!
Turd grenades, all over the place!
Ahhhh! Chemical gas!
I can’t breathe, this stink’s too crass!
Chorus:
Febreeze! Febreeze!
We need Febreeze!
Paging any units in the vicinity!
We got a biohazard boo-boo in the loo,
Cloggin’ up the pipe, and stains on the side too,
It’s everywhere dude!
9-1-1! We need rescue!
Verse 2:
Dying in the debris of dookie damage and the pee pee,
Flooding over the tiled streets!
Ahhhhh! It’s getting on my feet!
Help me!
“Sergeant! Climb up on the seat!”
“Mask on, please breathe!”
“Boots in the mud, or in this case Shit’s creek…”
Chorus:
Febreeze! Febreeze!
We need Febreeze!
Paging any units in the vicinity!
We got a biohazard boo-boo in the loo,
Cloggin’ up the pipe, and stains on the side too,
It’s everywhere dude!
9-1-1! We need rescue!
Bridge:
Good gracious man, this place stinks,
Sewage overflowin’ in the sink,
And I’m like, gross, now I wanna puke,
I just ate cheese, oh please no!
Coated on my teeth, just hangin’ on the breath,
Shoulda just left, shoulda just left.
Verse 3:
Target, you’re better than this,
Shoulda gone to Meijer for my shopping bliss,
Oh you, nuke dookie taker,
Ruined my trip, oh what a breaker!
Called the fire department, oh what a scene,
Hot fireman carryin’ me like a queen!
Chorus:
Febreeze! Febreeze!
We need Febreeze!
Paging any units in the vicinity!
We got a biohazard boo-boo in the loo,
Cloggin’ up the pipe, and stains on the side too,
It’s everywhere dude!
9-1-1! We need rescue!
Outro:
In joggers, oh what a mess,
If I had known, I’d have worn a dress!
Do this at Walmart, I’m not impressed!
This is Target, it’s high class!
Oh Target, kiss my ass!
(Music fades out with a playful instrumental)