When I awake I make a leap
To that little room I roam
Where I can get some quick relief
In safety on the throne
As slumber bails and I awake
With squinty eyes I groan
Out of my way for heaven’s sake
I really need the throne
Before the coffee fills me up
Before my bladder’s blown
No time for razor or tooth brush
I’m desperate for the throne
Should you remain upon my path
There’s something you should know
That there will be a big wet spot
If I don’t get to the throne
If all goes well I reappear
My rage and panic flown
Don’t look to me for any cheer
Be glad I found the throne