Big Dick Farts A Polka
Jonathan Coulton

JONATHAN COULTON


Big Dick Farts A Polka Lyrics

Now deep in Pennsylvania near where Route 180 ends
There's a humble house of brick and wood and glass
The tiny home of Rich Wojcinski, Big Dick to his
friends
Who despite his name is famous for what issues from his
ass

Every Tuesday night at the Legion Hall
Bring a can of Glade and have a ball
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka
Everyone who hears can't help but dance
Someone better get him a change of pants
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka

Now Big Dick started dinner with some cabbage and some
greens
Some broccoli, a pair of turkey legs
Some jalapeƱo poppers and a tub of kidney beans
Several liters of cream soda and a dozen deviled eggs

Every Tuesday night at the Legion Hall
Bring a can of Glade and have a ball Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka
Everyone who hears can't help but dance
Someone better get him a change of pants
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka

They say that grown men cried the day that Big Dick
passed away
The ladies wailed, their shoulders sadly stooped
And though there were no instruments a band began to
play
And the air was filled with music and it smelled like
someone pooped

Every Tuesday night at the Legion Hall
Bring a can of Glade and have a ball
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka
Everyone who hears can't help but dance
Someone better get him a change of pants
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka
Everybody loves when Big Dick farts a polka

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