The Torching of Todd's Outhouse

It’s Gone, Boys. It’s Gone
By Matt Todd

The night was cold,
The moon was full,
Snow lay on the ground
Some drunken bum came stumbling home
And burned our shithouse down.
We didn’t mind
His going in
We never locked the door
But he never put out his cigarette
He just dropped it on the floor

Chorus:
It’s gone, boys, it’s gone
The news is going round
Some tobacco smoking, drunken fiend
Has burned Todd’s shithouse down.

I’ll bet I know
Who did the deed
My brother Tom did shout
‘Twas that drunken weasel down the road
Let’s burn the bastard out
But Da said no,
Here’s what we’ll do
While the snow’s still on the ground
Dump the porcelain pot at Willie’s
‘Cause our shithouse has burned down
Repeat Chorus:

When the frost unfroze
We built a hut,
Dug a new hole in the ground
Still cussin’ that miserable son-of-a-bitch
Who burned our shithouse down
Repeat Chorus: