wet

It was halftime at the stadium
When dad and I walked down to the bathroom
We were held up by a long, long, long, long line at the six-man trough

Dad and I went side by side, him watching as my pants fell to my ankles
Yes he watched as I dropped my pants all the way down to my ankles

Later in the hot dog line my daddy explained to me
You don't have to pull your pants all the way down to pee

He told me how my zipper comes down
Said that's where your peter comes out
That's when I stopped wetting my bed at night

Words adapted by M Johnson from a short story by K Sampsell
Music by m johnson ©2008 zubsongs, ltd.