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Bathroom song

 It's a bathroom song,

a bathroom song.

Singing in the open

is obviously wrong

Cause it's a bathroom song

a bathroom song


Here, I am the kingkong

nothing's right, no wrong

in my bathroom song

it's a bathroom song.


I slide everywhere the soap

make moves that are dope

A lot to cleanse

before I rinse

Mountains and holes

reminding me roles

Time is up though

With a ding and dong

in my bathroom song

it's  a bathroom song


What I should think

What I should see

Questions I need to work on

or life's philosophy

Bathing is not boring

not when ideas are soaring

some straight but mostly oblong

in my bathroom song

in a bathroom song.


I turn on the shower

The play ends in power

I feel fresh and free

Can run and flee

God, I am so lucky!

Lucky and Strong

in my bathroom song

It's a bathroom song.









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