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 dreamabout 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 kitchenThey 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 dinerwith there momLast 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