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He writes the songs
The owner of a world-class hotel is in desperate need of a pianist for the grand piano in the lobby. He sees hundreds of applicants, but none are qualified. Finally, a bum wearing torn clothes, reeking of alcohol and sporting a scraggly old beard applies. The owner reluctantly agrees to give him a try, and the bum plays the most beautiful songs ever. When asked the names of the songs, the bum says, "The first one’s called ‘Pull My Pants Down and Slap My Ass’ and the second was ‘Scratch My Leg and Suck My Balls.’" Dumbfounded, the owner gives the bum the job along with some cash to get cleaned up. The next day, the bum comes back, clean except for his pants, which are still the torn rags he wore the day before. The owner says, "Fine, just sit on the bench, hide your legs and don’t talk to anyone. I don’t want people to be offended by your foul language." After several hours, a woman stops to admire the music. Suddenly, she looks down and says, "Sir, do you know your pants are ripped and your balls are hanging out?" To which the bum replies, "Know it? I wrote the son-of-a-bitch!" Submitted by Curtis Edited by Tantilazing 
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