Flush, flush, flush, flush

Flush, flush, flush, flush

Swirled 'round a bowl

Shot through a hole

Pushed through a pole

Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout

Spit out a spout

That's what it's all about

When you're flushed down and out

Down in the underground, you've got to mind the goop

You gotta grab a scoop and start piling up the poop (Pile the poop)

You gotta work from 9-to-5 and 5-to-9 again

It keeps on coming down the pipe and it never seems to end

When you're

Swirled 'round a bowl

Shot through a hole (Oh)

Pushed through a pole (Ow)

Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout

Spit out a spout

That's what it's all about

When you're flushed down and out

The clatter and clank goes from tank to tank

And nothing ever seems to go back from whence it stank (It stank)

Just like a subway station, but the only mode of transportation

Comes in the form of flotation and it's no vacation

Swirled 'round a bowl

Shot through a hole

Pushed through a pole

Spun out of control

Sprung from a sprout

Spit out a spout

That's what it's all about

When you're flushed down and out

Three little turds (Turds, turds, turds) perched by your doorstep

And my advice would be that you don't take one more step (Watch out)

Just before you got here when everything was the same

You're just another number and number two is your name

Flush, flush, flush, flush

Flush, flush, flush, flush