Some of us of late
Developed the same trait
Of doing songs that were all about sex
It makes it real easy
Not hard to be sleazy
But ChuckyG banned all stuff rated "X"

Chastened, we make our way to Excretoria
Searchin' for words that can rhyme with "shit"
Writers complain that ChuckyG is to blame
But he had to call it a halt

I had a song done
I thought it a great one
Was something 'bout going to a strange bar
It was pretty dirty
But how could it hurt me?
To lower my standards to less than they are

Chastened, I'll find my way to Excretoria
Writing songs 'bout takin' a turd
But all the same there is no cause to complain
No good reason for getting disturbed

I knew that I could stop
There's words that I can swap
Though for a moment I did get annoyed
But then it came to me
It was real plain to see
I'll just change my focus and do hemorrhoids

Phrase it a way that will make it funny still
And don't complain, that would be in vain
I'll just refrain and scrape the rust off my brain
Guess I'll go and browse my word vault
Assigning blame at this point would be quite lame
I don't think that a change would result