Sunday, March 07, 2021

#171. Piss On A Pope

My final effort in the sequential papal trilogy regarding the Pope's pilgrimage to Iraq.  This one's a periodically pernicious, paradoxical parody.  Whatever.  Take it for what it's worth.

(Time to make the donuts.  Yep, just what the impoverished citizens of Iraq are desperately craving.) 

Dedicated to the Tasmanian Devil.  He once sang this song out the crick and I naively assumed it was a K.D. original.



Piss On A Pope
sonofsaf

Life is getting dire in the middle of the East
There’s plenty of ‘em blunders but we try to to keep the peace
It’s not very funny you fucking jamokes
Fuck the breast buddies and suck on their toes
My hangin’ ball sack’s spewin’ the best Steely Dan
So if you’re goin’ back to Afghanistan
Don’t wanna grope, need soap on a rope
So fuck that Catholic dope and piss on a Pope

You can piss on a Pope
And you can hate all the Jews, they’re all money suckin’
God damn fags, I don't mean to rage
Pay the fees you IRS mother fuckin’
You hump my ass like an overweight camel
You ate a box of nutritious Fiddle Faddle
Ain’t got no hope piss on a Pope

Uh, you can piss on a Pope and read the bible scribble
You can piss on a Pope and shop at Giant Iggle
He eats all the cunts even old toothless hags
You should get implants when the titties sag
Those tits are huge like a porn star MILF
You’re a big fat cow that don’t produce milk
Don’t wanna grope, need soap on a rope
So fuck that Catholic dope and piss on a Pope 

You can piss on a pope
And you can hate all the Jews, they’re all money suckin’
God damn fags, I don't mean to rage
Pay the fees you IRS mother fuckin’
You hump my ass like an overweight camel
You ate a box of nutritious Fiddle Faddle
Ain’t got no hope piss on a Pope  

 

Piss Up a Rope
Ween

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope

You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope piss up a rope

Uh, you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope

You can piss up a rope and or
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the age
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope piss up a rope



Ween has frequented the Burgh on 12 separate occasions spanning 1989-2021.  You'd think I would've hit up one of their shows.  Regrettably, you would be incorrect. 

Please do not share this information with Pope Francis, Iraqi Muslims and/or anyone with Ween-related DNA.


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