Here In My Stall...

I thought of this song today as I spent approximately 20 minutes in a public restroom, staring at the floor, counting the tiles, listening to all the grumbling ladies whine and moan about having to wait for an open stall.  There were probably 30 stalls, so I'm never overly concerned in that sort of setting.  Not as if it would help anyway.

I began to snicker in my stall, because come on. Exactly what are they gonna do about it? Nuthin'. Because I'm in my stall.  And then it hit me.  I heard the uncanny organ music in my head.  I began to craft my own lyrics.  My bladder enjoyed the song so much?  It worked!  It went something like this...

Here in my stall, I feel safest of all, I can lock my tall door, it's the only way to live...in stalls (ba da, ba da ba da...clap)

Here in my stall, I am trying to pee, and I know you're wait-ing, but this might take a good while...in stalls (ba da, ba da ba da...clap)

:::musical bridge:::

Here in my stall, my bladder finally works, and I smile ear to ear, because I'll soon geeeeeet out...of stalls (ba da, ba da ba da...clap)

Here in my stall, I stand to button my jeans, what's that sensation I feel, come on I gotta pee...in stalls (ba da, ba da ba da...clap)

:::musical bridge:::

:::lots of organ and clapping:::