I sit by the toilet with a brush as my buddy You use me when the flush remains a bit muddy

It takes me from the bucket It puts me on its skin It takes me from the bucket Or else it gets the hose again

Lather, rinse, repeat. Avoid exposure to eyes. For external use only.

The bottom of the podium? Yes, that is me.

You might recognise me as a chip brand, Or a type of drum you'll hear in a band, When a stove is lit under me, I can shriek and shout Or what the pot was hypocritical about