| Song | Pissin |
| Artist | Todd Rundgren |
| Album | Arena |
| 作曲 : Rundgren | |
| I didn't notice you there | |
| Til I felt your breath on my neck hair | |
| Now you put me through my paces | |
| You don't know what personal space is | |
| And not a soul in the roomseems to have your need to share | |
| Did you ever stop to wonder | |
| Does anybody care? | |
| Maybe the ladies are impressed | |
| But I don't think so, let's be honest | |
| Why don't you give that thing a rest | |
| You're just a one-man pissin contest | |
| This used to be a nice place | |
| And now your dick is in the mayonnaise | |
| How does one vent one's sense of sickness | |
| At skull and skin of such vast thickness? | |
| Of everybody at the party | |
| Your target had to be me | |
| I really hate to disappoint you | |
| But I ain't got the need' | |
| Cause it's the thing you do the best | |
| The kind of fight of which you're fondest | |
| You wanna brag, well be my guest | |
| You won a solo pissin contest | |
| I think by now we know better | |
| You can't get blood from a bore | |
| We gonna find that stupid sucker | |
| Who let you through the door | |
| None of the ladies were impressed | |
| Our recollection may be jaundiced | |
| We all recall with special zest | |
| We saw a solo pissin contest |
| zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
| I didn' t notice you there | |
| Til I felt your breath on my neck hair | |
| Now you put me through my paces | |
| You don' t know what personal space is | |
| And not a soul in the roomseems to have your need to share | |
| Did you ever stop to wonder | |
| Does anybody care? | |
| Maybe the ladies are impressed | |
| But I don' t think so, let' s be honest | |
| Why don' t you give that thing a rest | |
| You' re just a oneman pissin contest | |
| This used to be a nice place | |
| And now your dick is in the mayonnaise | |
| How does one vent one' s sense of sickness | |
| At skull and skin of such vast thickness? | |
| Of everybody at the party | |
| Your target had to be me | |
| I really hate to disappoint you | |
| But I ain' t got the need' | |
| Cause it' s the thing you do the best | |
| The kind of fight of which you' re fondest | |
| You wanna brag, well be my guest | |
| You won a solo pissin contest | |
| I think by now we know better | |
| You can' t get blood from a bore | |
| We gonna find that stupid sucker | |
| Who let you through the door | |
| None of the ladies were impressed | |
| Our recollection may be jaundiced | |
| We all recall with special zest | |
| We saw a solo pissin contest |