Friday, November 13, 2009

My daddy has a funky stench.

My kids and I made this up for The Husband...aka...Daddy. Sing it to the tune of the Foo Fighters Monkey Wrench.


What have we done with pleasant scents

It disappeared with time, it never made much sense

Adolescent fumigant

Wasting another night on smelling up my room


One in ten, One in ten, One in ten


My daddy has a funky stench

One more bathroom accident

I’d rather leave than suffer this

I’ll never smell your funky stench


All this time to take a bath

What do you do when all your clothing is a mess

Now and then I’ll try to bend

Under pressure wind up snapping in the end


One in ten, One in Ten, One in Ten


My daddy has a funky stench

One more bathroom accident

I’d rather leave than suffer this

I’ll never smell your funky stench


One more thing before I quit

I only wanted a little less grit

In my nose I still remember every single smell

You dealt and all the dirt and the smell that came with it

Still there’s one thing that comforts me since now

I have my sense of smell I’m free


My daddy has a funky stench

One more bathroom accident

I’d rather leave than suffer this

I’ll never smell your funky stench


My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)

My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)

My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)

My daddy has a funky stench

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