If you're going in San Francisco
You'll be aware
Of Feces everywhere
If you're going in San Francisco
You're gonna find
A public sewer there

For those who crap
in San Francisco
Summertime
an open sewer there
In the streets of San Francisco
Piles of feces
Are found everywhere

All across the bay side
Needs a fumigation
Bowels in motion
A bunch of degenerations
Without constipation
Bowels in motion
Bowels in motion

For those who crap
in San Francisco
You'll be aware
Of Feces everywhere
If you're going in San Francisco
You're gonna find
A public sewer there

If you crap to San Francisco
Summertime
An open sewer there

"Be sure to wear butt paper in your hair..."

"All across BART station...there's contamination..."

Most equal awesomeness Groucho.

"I left my shart .. in San Fransisco
High on a pile .. of tramp feces."

Oh, sing it it, Comrade Bennett!!

Finally Comrades, there are lyrics to the song, "If You're Going to San Fransisco" that are the equal to its soaring melody and flawless instrumentals

HUMAN WASTELAND



Up here on Nob Hill
I shit when I feel
I put my crap into a trash bin
I dont need to fight
To fuel this blight
Let me squeeze without misgivings

Dont retch
Dont whine or kvetch
It's only fecal .. wasteland

Hobo pinch that stool!
Contamination fueled
Squat down in public
And dont look past your shoulder
A Hep-C mess is feared
The crapping ones are near
Let's dump together
And make San Fran shit holer

Fecal wasteland
It's just a Frisco wasteland
Fecal wasteland
Human wasteland

It's all distasteful!!

The dung heap that was Haiti
Seemed to make my nostrils quail
The odors found in Qom
Are on another scale
I've been terribly unwell
Tubercular in Qandahar
I'm going home
To the privy by the bay

I. Left. My .. Shart ...... In San Fransisco
Atop a pile ....... of tramp feces
To be where massive squalid stink
Drives me halfway to the brink
The morning logs befoul the air
They dont care

A stench wafts there .. in San Fransisco
Above the stooled and putrid streets
When I come home to you .. San Fransisco
A squatting BU-U-U-UM
Will. Make. me-e-e-e flee!

Ah the wonderful smell enlightenment and progress

How could we have overlooked this gem, Comrades, in our tribute to the aura of 21st Century San Francisco. If ever there was a song that perfectly illustrated the old rock and roll adage, --There are worse things that being a one hit wonder -- I think this would be it (unless it's "Sky Pilot")



The following parody is dedicated to the officials and street people of san Fransisco, who may not know it but they are degenerate, and so is their city
This is a very satirical song, so if the viewer cannot catch the humor, particularly those without personal access to a functioning toilet, scrounge up all your bread and ride Trans Dung Bus Lines to San Francisco, USA. Then get out and do your business
It will be worth it. If not for the sake of this song, then for the sake of your own colonic relief

Hobo oaf, just pinched a loaf
Bowels move, behinds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old tramp, new tramp feel allright
On a warm San Franciscan night
Vagrants pinch, noxious stench
Feces strewn, hypodermics too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old vagrants, young vagrants feel allright
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there, it's a pig sty there
There's no place you can't go
San Fransiscan

Copped shayt, now feel so great
Homeless abound, they're on a street of dung
When will they clean these turds?
Short squat, long squat, feel allright
On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool
They dont mind stools
A degenerate's dream
Includes Indian poo.

For the win .....


On a Haight Ashbury byway, foul wind in the air
Fresh smell of diarrhea, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I smelled a lingering blight
My head grew heavy and my gag grew near
I had to puke at the sight

A bum crapped in the doorway
I felt nausea swell
And I was thinking to myself
Here was the nasty source of that smell
Then he picked up his trousers and he said it's the way
There were bathrooms down the corridor
But no money to pay

Welcome to the Sh*t hole California
Such a smelly place (such a smelly place)
So disgusting place
Plenty of fumes in the Sh*t hole California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can smell it here

Nancy's mind's demented, she got the Trump Derangement
She got a lot of her liberal toys, that she calls friends
How they crap on the sidewalk, in summer's heat
She tries to remember, mostly she forgets

So I called up the Guvnor
'Please stop your design
He said, "we haven't been so lawless here since eighteen forty-nine
And still those aliens are coming from far away
Rip you off in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"

Welcome to the sh*t hole California
Such a smelly place (such a big disgrace)
Such a smelly place
They trashin'' it up in the sh*th hole California
What a crap surprise (what a crap surprise), be sure to immunize

Crap piles aren't appealing
They are outlawing ICE
And they said, 'we are all just liberals here, dead in our own vice
And like a massive toilet
They gathered to relieve
They squat inside their putrid dives
Until their bowels are released

Last thing I remember, I was
Running from odor
I had to find the civilization where I was before
'Relax' said liberals
'We are programmed to deceive
You can crap here any time you like
And it will never leave!

I will grant you whole-heartedly, Comrade Director, that there is an equality on display here that can scarcely be equaled, and that equalities such as this are manifestly more equal than virtually all others, but ......... "For the win?"

Is this not the sort of Darwinonormative, Patriarchopathic, Equalophobic posturing that caused us to be committed to the Karl Marx Treatment Center in the first place? Have we learned nothing in the decades we've been brutalized here? What were all the "Lunching on the Truncheon" sessions about if not to purge us of these Counter-collectivist tendencies?

Please forgive, I wasn't implying that your work is less equal...


It was a pun

PROGG OFF: Just to clear the air around here (Now there's a pun for ya), Comrade Groucho, your last was definitely the best effort on this thread. A certifiable Karaoke classic. You are the owner of "Hotel California."

I was just engaging in my usual Cube-tarded, Progg-endouched shtick.

I liked, I left my Shart in San Francisco. ..
I couldn't believe the buzz the opening song generated. ..

For the win was really a salute to Hotel Chappaquidic

Dumped .. owing to its renewed "freshness" as a news item; to the fact that it keeps floating back up into the public consciousness.

They just can't sweep this one away, can they, Comrades? Just cant whitewash it.