Here's another Beatles classic... with a moral to the story! Be careful out there!
The Diapering Machine
In the town where I was born
Lived a boy who always peed.
We were told about his life,
Inventing a diaper machine.
First of all, it scrubbed his bum
Till he was fully cleaned.
A loud bang, then he was stuck
In a broken diaper machine.
He was trapped in a diapering machine;
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
He was trapped in a diapering machine;
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
And his friends were on all-fours,
Playing happily just next-door.
But his cries begin to fade...
He was trapped in a diapering machine;
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
He was trapped in a diapering machine;
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
(It's full of pee, Mr. paramedic; right up to his head!
Full of pee it is, officer.
Amputation! Amputation!
Aye aye, sir, aye aye.)
As we live a life of ease,
Everyone of us has all we need (has all we need).
Onesies too (onesies too) and bottles to wean.
We don't need a diaper machine (diaper machine, ha ha).
He was trapped in a diapering machine,
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
It broke down, his diapering machine,
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
He died in his diapering machine,
Diapering machine, diapering machine.
We don't need no diapering machines,
Diapering machines, diapering machines.