Men's Room

Did you ever feel your mother's broom? Did you ever feel your old man's gloom? If you did then you sure enough ran and hid And you met me in the men's room In the choir while singing the song so sweetly He smile, and curtsied, he bowed quiet meekly Then you blew him and you slew him Then he died, then you sighed, Why don't you meet me in the men's room You got to meet me in the men's room You got your freedom in the men's room You lost your old man's gloom and your ma-ma's broom What a holy moment this is Holy Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners now-- And in the men's room, the men's room, say the men's room Exploding Lord who adorns your walls The one who claims he knows it all So please get on your knees and kiss me Don't resist me-- 'Cuase I'll love you in the men's room 'Cause I need you in the men's room