I feel my bowels move over the seat
I feel the stools poppin' out brown
I fill the whole bowl to water line
Whenever I chow down

Ooooooooh, baby, I can clear some space
Smelly as the depths of Hell
Oh, Geezus, I can't stand it
When I eat at Taco Bell

I feel a load lift, sigh of relief
I hear two-ply flushing it past
I hear the pipes clog and backin' up
Dear, call the plumber fast!