Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

(Take turns leading verses)

CHORUS: Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses, Covered all over from head to toe, Covered all over in SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

My father was a coal miner, A coal miner that he was. Sometimes he’d shovel up coal dust, And sometimes he’d shovel up SHIT!

My brother was a pilot, A pilot that he was, Sometimes he’d land on the runway, And sometimes he’d land in the SHIT!

My wife, she died on the toilet, She died of a horrible fit, And to satisfy her last wishes, She was buried in six feet of SHIT!

My father went to the woodshed, Some wood he wanted to split, But when he grabbed hold of the handle, He found it was covered with SHIT!

Phyllis Quat kept a sack in the garden, I was curious I must admit, One day I stuck in my finger, And pulled it out covered in SHIT!

I sat in a gold lavatory, In the home of the Baron of Split, The seat was encrusted with rubies, But as usual the bowl contained SHIT!

My brother he worked in a sewer, Some lamps they had to be lit, One evening there was an explosion, And my brother was covered in SHIT!

Phyllis Quat took a bag to her boy-friend’s, But the paper was old and it split, Now the boyfriend and Phyllis have parted, For the bag was packed quite full of SHIT!

Well, now my song is ended, And I have finished by bit, And if any of you feel offended, Stick your head in a bucket of SHIT!