They're Moving Father's Grave to Build A Sewer

Tune: ???

Spoken:
To shit-house artists when they die,
We'll build it wide and build it high,
In tribute to their brain and wit,
A monument of solid shit.

Sung:
They're moving father's grave to build a sewer,
They're moving it regardless of expense,
They're moving his remains to lay down shithouse drains,
To satisfy some nearby residents.

Now, what's the use of having a religion,
For when you die your troubles never cease.
When some high-society twit needs a pipeline for his shit,
They won't let poor old father rest in peace.

My father in his life was never a quitter,
I'm sure that he'll not be a quitter now.
He'll put on a white sheet and haunt the shithouse seat,
And he'll only let them shit when he'll allow.

Oh, won't there be some pains of constipation!
And won't those shithouse bastards rant and rave!
But they'll get what they deserve,
For they had the bloody nerve,
To bugger up a British workman's grave.

Keywords: death, scat, shit, feces