Tom Marshall, a biologist and a childhood friend of Anastasio's, writes most of the band's lyrics; his work tends to be more goofy than overtly poetical ("You Enjoy Myself," an early and popular song, is made up, lyrically, only of the words "boy," "man," "God," "shit," and the inscrutable phrase "Wash Uffizi drive me to Firenze").
Oh my god! Huh! Oh my god! Holy shit!
I'M COMING!" "Ahhhh, errrrrrhhh, aaaahhh!" "Oh, oh, oh, god, Oh, shit!
Most of this is defiantly monosyllabic: "My God," "Oh, shit," "Go, go, go," and, for Hayes, an undeserved "You did good".
We were like, 'Oh my god! Holy shit!
I swear to god, I shit you not.
Dear god, never ever shit on any floor ever.
He raised his eyebrows in that phew way, as if to say, "Oh, my God," or, "Oh, shit," or, "Wow, that's a lot".
But sometimes as in the case of Japanese porno god, Ken Shimizu people enjoy shit a little too much.
Another popular blogger who has garnered a growing community online is Jamie the Very Worst Missionary, whose voice contains crude humor, and who quoted God as saying "shit" in her recent blog post.
