(While My Guitar Gently Weeps)
I sleep through it all
Didn’t realise while I’m sleeping
That my poor butt gently seeps
I look at the floor
My Depends slowly creeping
Still my poor butt gently seeps
I don't know how it could’ve started
Maybe I was just half-hearted
I don't know how my legs were parted
I thought I’d just farted
I look at the world
And my guts, they keep churning
While my poor butt gently seeps
With every mistake
I must surely be learning
Still my poor butt gently seeps
I don't know how my butt really hurt
It really squirted too
I don't know how bad my clothes were dirtied
No one alerted you
I look at you all
Wish my sphincter was keeping
While my poor butt gently seeps
Look at you all
Still my poor butt gently seeps.