Men, hear out your wives when they complain
Doing house labor
They clean up your lives,
Clean up your mess – do them a favor

Leave the seat down when you're done
When you wash your hands
Don't leave the faucet on
Soap doesn't belong
All over the sink
And please, put that seat down

Geez! - walls caked with slime,
Doo-doo in springs, fresh ones tomorrow
Floor covered in filth up to my knees
Still you forget, though:

When you pee, don't walk around
Just aim for the can
(That would be on the ground)
Walls yellow and brown
Through all this I plead:
"Come on, put the seat down!"

If you whizz a load, you have to swear
That you'll be wary
When in the commode
Don't just explode -
Halt the tsunami

In the stall, think of mother; don't poo on dry land –
For the seat's too cruddy to clean "round
And at night, when you swab them, don't wipe with your hand
We all pee, but buddy – the seat's down

Leave the seat where it belongs
Or I'll apprehend
Use of your manly schlong
You'll truly belong
To society
When you put the seat down

When you pee