288.  THEY'RE MOVING FATHER'S GRAVE
Melody--I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Weiner

They're moving father's grave to build a sewer,
They're moving it regardless of expense,
They're moving his remains to lay down shithouse drains,
To satisfy some nearby residents.

Now, what's the use of having a religion?
For when you die your troubles never cease,
When some high-society twit needs a pipeline for his  						shit, 
They won't let poor father rest in peace.

My father in his life was ne'er a quitter,
I'm sure that he'll not be a quitter now,
He'll put on a white sheet and haunt the shithouse seat,
And he'll only let them shit when he'll allow.

Oh, won't there be some pains of constipation!
And won't those shithouse bastards rant and rave!
But they'll get what they deserve, for they had the 						bloody nerve,
To bugger up a British workman's grave.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)