These are the lyrics to a song by a reenactor musician (of sorts) named "Farby." I don't know a whole lot about him other than by listening to his lyrics on two cassettes of songs a fellow sent me, but he certainly has a way with words (most of them unprintable). It's difficult to describe this particular song musically. The beat can only be described as plodding, and Farby takes special care to emphasize the word "crap" in each chorus. He must have had a blast with it.
The truly odd thing about this button-pissing phenomena is that it's probably unneeded. If one is trying to look like a soldier from 1862 or so, one wouldn't be wearing uniform buttons that looked antique. While they wouldn't be shiny bright, they'd look somewhat new, wouldn't they?
Anyway, in another song, Farby uses a phrase I introduced, "Tubby Bearded Guys." Thanks, Farby, and happy pissing! - Jonah
Piss On Your Buttons
Chorus: Piss on your buttons
Crap on your shoe,
If you want to be the authentic man in blue.
Death march for my bank account.
Nonetheless, Outfitted to the hilt,
Fashion nicely dressed.
Smart guy has a wise idea,
Bludgeon your investment,
So you look real, I guess.
Feed your trousers to the moth,
Oh, never, wash your blouse.
Leave your rifle in the rain,
And hygiene's disallowed.
Throw bricks at your canteen,
Drag your trunk behind your car.
Put larvae in your munitions box,
And booger your cigar.
Sometimes these editorials,
are really off the wall.
If these ingrates got their way,
They'd be marching in the raw.
By the way, by clicking here you can read Mrs. Jonah Begone's opinion of button pissing.