Jiggle the Handle lyrics

[Scroda:]
GWAR, I bring forth the Portal Potty
Coming to feed on the sh*t from your bodies
Your turds have more power than mere human feces
Let's use its great power to recover the pieces

[Portal Potty:]
Hey! Hey, jackass! Yeah, you!
You got to love me so good, baby!
Yeah, yeah you can depend on me
Depending on if my water's on
If my pipe's unglogged
Ahhh if you're water-logged
Baby, I am the hole
I am your toilet bowl
I'll suck your soul, baby
Just pay...just pay my sh*tty toll!
Ahhhh...

[Scroda:]
Coated in sh*t, it gives all you desire
Mystical doorway, swirling in mire
We'll use the plunger if blockage won't budge
It's a door through the Plane of Fudge

[Oderus:]
So many times I have found you
Still I always p*ss on the ground
Now I know that I can use you
I'm gonna stop f*ckin' around
If you need sh*t, baby, I got sh*t
On that, you can depend
I'll pump your stump, you f*cking hump
My crabby, crap-caked friend
[All:]
The Portal Potty, a gift from the gods
Let us pay it tribute and bury our wads

[Beefcake:]
I think we know what it's all about
Jiggle the handle, watch something jump out

[Slymenstra:]
I am a woman and I have my needs
You can never really know just when I'll start to bleed
You need my egg, I need your seed
But pray at the altar

[Oderus:]
The toilet must feed!

[Toilet:]
Yeah, I'll bring ya some suckers for a killing spree
Just keep that f*cking tampon away from me, baby

[Slymenstra:]
Take in this world, it's so beautiful
Filthy humans, you're all so full of it
That which you can't stand, you can't understand
Speak the mystic words
And bring forth a turd
You turn around into it
And turn over to me
[Solo]

[Oderus:]
Cross the river, leave the abyss
Give the seat of the toilet a kiss

[Beefcake:]
Each virgin sacrifice speaks these magic words
Well, Jiggle the handle, and call forth a turd

[Toilet:]
Yeah! Here it comes, baby
I'm dropping my load
I ain't just on it, I am the commode!
Ahhh!

[Scroda:]
The power of the toilet must never be abused
He must be plunged, he must be sponged, or carnage could ensue
If a dead sheep was to clog him, who knows what could arrive
Maybe it'll bring the Master, wouldn't that be a surprise?