Scatological Blues

The big doctors fainted
And the small doctors fainted
And all the doctors fainted

All they got were real brains
The all-familiar mortuary of the land sees
Thousands of similar death all

But the day was all different
The big king had died
The big king of the land

And the big doctor and the small doctor
They opened the big king’s brain
All they used to get was real brains

But the big king got dung—dung for his brain
The brainmaker god must be smelling dung
The doctors fainted smelling the dung

Thousands of big men of the land
They are gifted with dung on their brains
The dung is scattered everywhere in this land