Yesterday we received an urgent message from Canadian Friend. It read, "Listen to BBC 2. They've been talking about toilets all morning! You could call in!" Unfortunately, "phoning in to radio stations" does not even feature on our list of favourite amusements. However, we still thought that the idea behind the programme was brilliant - apparently the guys and dolls at the BBC rocked away with toilet-related songs!
We intend to continue the rock'n'roll theme of our last update and shamelessly steal the BBC's concept. Hence, let us start the weekend as we mean to go on and rock the night away with the Privy Counsel's very first toilet-related song, I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water, by Elvis Presley!
At the Privy Counsel, we love Elvis only slightly less than we love mixer-taps, our mothers, and chocolate-chip ice-cream. Read more about him here (this is one of our favourite blog updates ever, so treat it with reverence).
Elvis Presley - I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water
I was born in Macon, Georgia
They kept my daddy over in Macon jail
He told me if you keep your hands clean
You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail
Well, I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a man, oh up in Tennessee
They caught me way up in Nashville
They locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn't come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
Well, I asked the judge now when's my time up
He said son, oh you know we won't forget
If you try just to keep your hands clean
We might just make a good man of you yet
Oh, I couldn't wait to get my time up
I broke out, broke out of Nashville jail
I just crossed the state-line of Georgia
Well I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn't come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
Related Reading
Handwashing Extravaganza
Dirty People: We Wash Our Hands of Them
We intend to continue the rock'n'roll theme of our last update and shamelessly steal the BBC's concept. Hence, let us start the weekend as we mean to go on and rock the night away with the Privy Counsel's very first toilet-related song, I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water, by Elvis Presley!
At the Privy Counsel, we love Elvis only slightly less than we love mixer-taps, our mothers, and chocolate-chip ice-cream. Read more about him here (this is one of our favourite blog updates ever, so treat it with reverence).
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Elvis Presley - I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water
I was born in Macon, Georgia
They kept my daddy over in Macon jail
He told me if you keep your hands clean
You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail
Well, I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a man, oh up in Tennessee
They caught me way up in Nashville
They locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn't come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
Well, I asked the judge now when's my time up
He said son, oh you know we won't forget
If you try just to keep your hands clean
We might just make a good man of you yet
Oh, I couldn't wait to get my time up
I broke out, broke out of Nashville jail
I just crossed the state-line of Georgia
Well I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn't come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
Related Reading
Handwashing Extravaganza
Dirty People: We Wash Our Hands of Them
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