It's not incorrect,
it was hangin' off my neck
It smothered all the time,
it was dancing in my mind
This groovey idea came to me in a dream
about pogo sticks and laser beams
And all of a sudden my pants were down,
and I was in the pond and the water was turning brown
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
The cops saw my just a squattin' and sqintin',
like a hamburger in the kitchen
They chased me up into a tree,
shining there flashlights right up at me
Guns were pointing at my eye
and I figured I was dreamin and I thought I could fly,
But little did I know that this wasn't a dream,
and the blood was real when I started to bleed
And then I woke up in a police car,
and evidence was floating next to me in a jar
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
They found me guilty and I had to pay a fine,
and clean out the pond with lemon and lime
And then I had to start over as a garbage man,
eating apples with sand in my hand
And then I learned my lesson,
with smith and wesson
brought me to diner
with there mom
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
Last night I shit a brick in the pond
© 1995 Dellfold Entertainment & ncs