[rising guitar solo intro] [a rising melody of clean guitar clashes with distortion harmonies] [Verse 1] Some folks drop their load at the crack of dawn, BM in the AM, when the birds start their song. It jumpstarts the day like a shot of caffeine, Clears out the cobwebs, keeps your engine clean. But that early rush? Nah, it ain't for me, I save my throne-time for later, you see. [Chorus] I do my BM in the PM, When the sun's winding down, that's my perfect scheme. No morning scramble, no afternoon jam, BM in the PM, that's who I am! [Verse 2] Others hit the head right after noon chow, BM in the afternoon, gotta make room somehow. Post-lunch lethargy? It lifts like a fog, Dump the dead weight, get back in the slog. A squeaky clean colon, that mid-day relief, But I prefer evening, for that sweet release... [Chorus] I do my BM in the PM, When the day's drama's done, no need to scream. No dawn desperation, no lunch-hour cram, BM in the PM, that's my master plan! [Verse 3] After tea time hits, some let it all steep, BM after tea, while the world's half-asleep. It's like brewing a storm, then releasing the rain, Washes away worries, eases the brain. Strange satisfaction in that post-brew poo, But twilight's my turf, where I drop my doo-doo. [Chorus] I do my BM in the PM, Twilight turd time, living the dream. No breakfast backup, no supper scam, BM in the PM, yeah, that's my jam! [Bridge] Midnight marauders sneak a BM at night, Under moonlit cover, out of plain sight. It preps for tomorrow, no AM surprise, But that graveyard shift? It don't tantalize. clean and efficient, like a stealthy spy heist, Yet I stick to PM, 'cause it just feels right. [Final Chorus] I do my BM in the PM, When the vibes are chill, no chaotic theme. From dawn to dusk, they've got their own spin, But BM in the PM? That's where I win! (Oh yeah, BM in the PM... flush and grin.)
