The House of the Stinking Bum

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© gwailoah
On a bright sunny Interstate, heading west to the sea
Get to feeling hungry, got to stop for something to eat
Diner by the roadside, not many cars outside
Pull on into the carpark, head on right inside
The body odour hits you, leave you feeling numb
Welcome to the House - of the - Stinking Bum

It smell like steaming evil, baked bean farts and beer
Ask the boss what's good, he says "the road that leads out of / from here."
Truckers on the bar stools, look you up and down
That look you get when you feel you step in the wrong side of town
Order sausage, toast and beans, eat it quickly when it come
And hope you make it out alive from the House of the Stinking Bum

Then see the big man rising up, off his stool he climb
Come stand and stare you right in the face, like he - waiting for a sign
Your body start a shaking, something sure be coming
You lift your cheek and let rip with a toot that send the whole room humming
Now whenever I go back there, I feel like back home I have come
Cos I passed the initiation test of the House of the Stinking Bum

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