I thought poop would only work in fairy-butts,
Meant for someone else, but not for me,
Poop was just stuck in me, or that's the way it seemed.
Dissapoiniting bowelings haunted me.

Then I saw your face! Now I got diarreah!
With quite a trace of it in my pants!
I'm in pain! Oooh, got diarreah, just cause I see ya, you're so foul.

I thought poop was more or less a giving thing,
Seems the more I gave, the less I got.
What's the use in pooping, when all you get is pain?
Do I really need to have this strain?

Then I saw your face! Now I got diarreah!
With quite a trace of it in my pants!
I'm in pain! Oooh, got diarreah, just cause I see ya, you're so foul.

Instrumental

Poop was just stuck in me, or that's the way it seemed,
Dissapointing bowelings haunted me.

Then I saw your face! Now I got diarreah!
With quite a trace of it in my pants!
I'm in pain! Oooh, got diarreah, just cause I see ya, you're so foul.

Yes I saw your face! Now I got diarreah!
With quite a trace of it in my pants!
I got diarreah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ea-eah!!! (trails off)