Look....the only way to scrub one's mind free of certain word-association issues which have sent the innocent bystander into paroxysms of giggle-riddled, slobbering lunacy, is to RE-associate the word with a much safer, saner set of mental images.
I have some experience with this sort of thing, as I was able to, quickly and with minimal bodily tremors, disassociate Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler" with an enormous mole on my best friend's Aunt June's forehead. Just trust me on this, and we'll all get through this together.....except gotwood who is too far gone.
Here we go.....
Karma, Karma, what-should-we-do?
When e-v'ry-one's po-sting
all this doo-doo.
Karma, Karma, Woody's loose screw
Now has in-fi-del
do-ing it too
What do you get when you tempt the kar-ma?
A need-to-search im-a-ges both ne-ear and far
Now P-G has no clue what is and what's not
and Ra-cab ain't helping now the sickness he's got
Kar-ma, Kar-ma, we've all lost our way
If we're to save ourselves it must be to-day
So scrub-scrub with the im-age of the Oompahs a-bove
And replace instead with Michael Jackson's white glove.....
Oh.....oh, no.....wait a minute...folks, I do apologize......this has gone horribly wrong.....it's now worse than ever......oh, the HUMANITY!!!!!