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It's the Pits...

  ( to the tune of “Puttin’ on the Ritz” ) Sprinting down the avenue You gotta go, what can you do? It’s the pits, when you’ve got the shits Find a place where you can go Your number two has got to flow It’s the pits, when you’ve got the shits Try to find a clean and public pooper Maybe a Starbucks could be quite super (super pooper!) Once you sit there, you are stuck The next in line is out of luck It’s the pits, when you’ve got the shits -- words (c) Kevin Cheek 2026

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