Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In every home across the land, there's a silent, paper stand,
"Over or under?" the question goes, in bathrooms, the tension grows.
From the Queen to the humble folk, it's the debate that no one broke.
(Chorus)
Roll it over, let it fly, just like the birds up in the sky,
Or roll it under, keep it tight, like a mole burrowing at night.
Oh, the great TP debate, history’s spin on a roll's fate!
(Verse 2)
Legend has it, Queen Anne Boleyn, declared "Over for the win!"
"In my court, we roll it proud, over the top, no under allowed."
Said, "It hangs like royal gowns, not trailing like a jester's frowns."
(Bridge)
But then there’s old Pharaoh Tut, who had a different bathroom strut,
"Under," he claimed, "keeps it neat, a secret roll, oh so discreet,
Just like the treasures hidden deep, under's the way we like to keep."
(Chorus)
Roll it over, let it fly, just like the birds up in the sky,
Or roll it under, keep it tight, like a mole burrowing at night.
Oh, the great TP debate, history’s spin on a roll's fate!
(Verse 3)
Even Abe Lincoln had his say, in the cabin, one bright day,
"Over," he mused, "sets folks free, just like my Proclamation see?
It's the choice for liberty, the roll of justice must hang free!"
(Bridge 2)
Imagine ancient folks of Rome, with no TP in their home,
If they had a roll to spare, would they hang it here or there?
"Over," they’d likely cheer, "like our banners, let it rear!"
(Outro)
So next time you're in that stall, and you ponder over this call,
Remember the tales, so wide and vast, each roll of paper has its cast.
In the end, it’s all in jest, choose the way you like it best.
