Peter Stampfel - Running Pissing Man lyrics
[Peter Stampfel - Running Pissing Man lyrics]
Oh, who’s that running pissing man
That runs from here to here?
He said he’d stay a while
But he’s no longer here
But since he running with my rug
I’m glad that he is gone
That silly running pissing man
I wonder what he’s on i wonder what he’s on
I told him once and told him twice
Others told him too
If you persist your running biz
What will become of you?
He only smiled and winked his eye
And told me that he thought
That pissing runs were lots of fun
And other things were not
And other things were not
Find that running pissing man
And tell him that I think
He’s creepy and he’s crawly
And a crumby, cunny thing
And tell him that he’s crazy
He’ll run and piss on everything
And get it soaking wet
And get it soaking wet, get it wet
That silly running pissing man
I think he’s running still
And everytime I think of him
I feel blue and ill
I would not be that man, I know
And he would not be me
But if he would me be, I would be
Him, wild and see him, wild and see
Who is that running pissing man
That runs from here to here?
He said he’d stay a while
He’s no longer here
But since he running with my rug
I’m glad that he is gone
That silly running pissing man
I wonder what he’s on i wonder what he’s on
I wonder what he’s on
Now, I wonder what he’s on
That runs from here to here?
He said he’d stay a while
But he’s no longer here
But since he running with my rug
I’m glad that he is gone
That silly running pissing man
I wonder what he’s on i wonder what he’s on
I told him once and told him twice
Others told him too
If you persist your running biz
What will become of you?
He only smiled and winked his eye
And told me that he thought
That pissing runs were lots of fun
And other things were not
And other things were not
Find that running pissing man
And tell him that I think
He’s creepy and he’s crawly
And a crumby, cunny thing
And tell him that he’s crazy
He’ll run and piss on everything
And get it soaking wet
And get it soaking wet, get it wet
That silly running pissing man
I think he’s running still
And everytime I think of him
I feel blue and ill
I would not be that man, I know
And he would not be me
But if he would me be, I would be
Him, wild and see him, wild and see
Who is that running pissing man
That runs from here to here?
He said he’d stay a while
He’s no longer here
But since he running with my rug
I’m glad that he is gone
That silly running pissing man
I wonder what he’s on i wonder what he’s on
I wonder what he’s on
Now, I wonder what he’s on