If it's the one I'm thinking, there's a million different versions
of it. It's a sing along number (at least the chorus)
Goes back to the 1800's at least.. sung to the tune of
"Johnny's so long at the fair"
And it's oh, dear what can the matter be?
Seven old ladies got stuck in the lavatory
They were there from Sunday to Saturday
Nobody knew they were there
The first old lady was Jennifer Pim
she went in on a personal whim
Somehow got stuck 'tween the bowl and the rim
And nobody knew she was there
The second old lady was little Miss Humphrey
She sat down, and made herself comfy
Tried to get up, but could not get her bum free
And nobody knew she was there
The third old lady was little Miss Draper
She went inside and she couldn't find any paper
All she could find was a bricklayer's scraper
And nobody knew she was there
The fourth old lady was a Catholic lass
She went in just to try and skip mass
A thief was inside, and he pinched her...handbag
And nobody knew she was there
The fifth old lady was little Miss Bartlett
She paid her penny and straight in she darted
What a waste of a penny, 'cause she only *@rted
And nobody knew she was there
The sixth old lady was little Miss Murray
She went in, in a heck of a hurry
When she got there, it was too late to worry
And nobody knew she was there
The last old lady was little Miss Mason
The toilets were full, so she peed in the basin
And that was the water that I washed my face in
'Cause I didn't know she'd been there
(others)
The first old lady was 'Lizabeth Porter,
She was the deacon of Dorchester's daughter,
Went there to relieve a slight pressure of water,
And nobody knew she was there.
The second old lady was Abigail Splatter.
She went there 'cause something was definitely the matter.
But when she got there, it was only her bladder,
And nobody knew she was there.
Next was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter,
She went inside to get rid of some superfluous water;
Ah, but when she sat down the rising tide caught her,
And nobody knew she was there
Now the seventh old lady was delicate Brenda,
She just went inside to adjust her suspender;
But it somehow got tangled up in her feminine gender,
And nobody knew they were there
The first to come in was old Mrs. Flynn
She prided herself on being so thin
But when she sat down, the poor dear fell in
And nobody knew she was there.
The fourth to come in was old Mrs. Brewster
She couldn't see as well as she used to
Sat on the handle, swore someone had goosed her
And nobody knew she was there.
The sixth to go in was old Mrs. Murray
Who had to go in a bit of a hurry
But when she got there it was too late to worry
And nobody knew she was there.
The next old lady was old Mrs. Sickle
Who found herself in a terrible pickle
She hurdled the door 'cause she hadn't a nickle
And nobody knew she was there.
etc. etc.
