Trog Daycare Lyrics

A Trog is a person

Who is not very clean

You mention common sense

And you'll see 'em get mean

Their body smells bad

Their hygeine's all gone

You wouldn't get a nickel

If you put 'em into pawn

Oh yes I run a Trog Daycare

Oh wow it's so much fun

A place where they can have

Their day in the sun

We've got a big bathroom

We hose down every hour

And lots of greasy snacks

That they loudly devour

We've got towels on ropes

That can't be thrown to the floor

They can't finish a thing

So we've got self-closing doors

The rooms all have

Some self spraying Febreeze

The thermostat's at sixty

To keep down the disease

Shoes on the table and their

Clothes on the floor

Drawers open everywhere

No closed cabinet doors

Hampers and racks and

Shelves are of no use

As any good floor's

Where they drop their refuse

Not much conversation

But plenty of grunts

A failure to communicate

But we are the dunce

Beer pong all weekend

Fresh bedsheets full of piss

Its a real Trog Daycare

Their happy world of bliss