Crowded House

It's a love shack:
 
A big family
 
8 kids + 1
 
and a toilet
 
And I have been sternly warned to avoid the females,
 
which is fair enough
 
Then I'm given tea on tap
 
And my bladder is now the size of six
 
I tried to get to the loo
 
But too awkward man,
 
So I ditched the can
 
to leak outside
 
Ohhhh m g!
 
What a hide!
 
But I really couldn't hold it in
 
I'd like to think I blessed their shrubbery
 
but I know it was a mortal sin
 
 
If only I had been a hobo dog
 
or a toddler, aged four
 
But I'm a man
 
and that's gunna be
  
the last time I'm invited to their door
 
And, well I get it, I guess
 
Hindsight's a biatch
 
As an only child growing up in urban flats
 
I didn't think that much
 
'bout ducking round the side porch
 
and watering the grass
 
Admittedly it wasn't a tinkle trickle
 
More a raging from open dam gate
 
When I saw the puddle I'd forged,
 
it might as well had been a lake

  
I hoped I'd get away with it;
 
the day would carry on
 
But my host had intuition
 
that something odd' been done
 
He wandered round his garden,
 
in tune with his land
 
And spotted the unpardonable
 
soaking in the sand
 
 
My face may have blushed a bit
 
I'm not entirety sure
 
But I know he knew I did the wrong
 
and I don't go there no more