Washin' Feet (Joe Pinson, ASCAP) I was killin' time in terminal nine, waitin' for a flight to Fresno. It was gettin' late, so I started for the gate, then I got this urge to go. I headed for the men's room, hopin' it was empty, 'cause it's not the best place to meet and greet. I was washin' my hands, when I noticed next to me a man with a natural tan washin' his feet. CHORUS Please don't wash your feet in the men's room. Please don't brush your teeth in the water fountain. You need to find yourself a home - a place of your own. Somewhere out there - maybe on top of a mountain. Where you can take care of your business all by yourself and learn about a thing we call privacy. When you do whatever you do, it'll be just you, and that would be okay with me. I told my friend this story, which is weird without a doubt. She asked "What else did he wash?"  I said, I didn't stick around to find out. Some things you just don't need to know, and this restroom thing would qualify. Every situation doesn't need an explanation. Sometimes you just don't need - to know why. CHORUS TAG:  I hear there's a vacant cabin way out yonder. Used to be the home of the guy who's known as the unabomber.  The rent is cheap, and the neighbors are few and far between. When the weather is nice, you can melt some ice, and keep your tootsies clean.