Remember to Aim

Remember to Aim

(My parody of Remember the Name by Fort Minor, dedicated to the darling males in my life with whom I share toilets)

You ready?! Let's go!

Yeah, if you're wondering, it's cleaning toilets that it's all about

It's like this y'all....

This is 10 percent luck, 20 percent skill,

15 percent concentrated power of will,

0 percent pleasure, 55 percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember to aim!

Boys! Don't need to see their name up in lights.

Snow, sand, or toilets, days or at nights,

From the oldest of them to the youngest of the littles

No left to the right, PLEASE just aim for the middle!

Hope for the best when I go in to clean,

Gloves, bleach and brush - yet I still want to scream!

All the little places on the toilet I didn't know that existed

Thanks to boys I've found them, all the places they misted.

And boys if you wonder how I feel when I enter the room.....

It's 20 percent skill, 80 percent fear

100 percent the reason around the toilet's kept clear

who would've thought I'd want to set the room up in flames

just keep it in the toilet is the name of the game!

I like bleach, boys, but needing it so much can't be right

I don't understand the chaos when you have the sense of sight.

I think I need a gas mask in order to get near

It's the household job that inspires the most fear.

And the fact that when I leave it's sparkling clean, tells you...

This is 10 percent luck, 20 percent skill,

15 percent concentrated power of will,

0 percent pleasure, 55 percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember to aim!

This is 10 percent luck, 20 percent skill,

15 percent concentrated power of will,

0 percent pleasure, 55 percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember to aim!