I did
Run for the border
I got some bean burritos,
Spicy nachos in my order
You’ll see the splattered seat tonight
Don’t stick around!
You’re gonna hear a grown man screaming
And a nasty sound

So, Pepto and Bismol, haven’t had it yet
Ooh, gotta clench my cheeks
The-The-The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts
Oh, it was burnin’ my booty hole
Felt like I got my colon cleaned

It was a liquid poop
Like Chunky soup
Much like bottom of a porto-potty
Uh oh!
The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts

I did
Eat the greasy pizza
Can’t handle dairy
But got the extra cheese-a
On the road trip, let me take Depends along
I may never make it to a rest stop
I’ll have to go before long

So, Kao and Pectate, didn’t take it yet
Oh, and my gas does reek
The-The-The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts
Oh, it was burnin’ my booty hole
It really made my brown eye sting

It was a liquid poop
Like chocolate goop
It looked a little like some Jello pudding
Uh oh!
The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts

(Now singing high pitched due to pain of scorched sphincter)
So, Alka and Seltzer, didn’t drink it yet
Oh, hope that fart didn’t leak
The-The-The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts
Oh, it’s still burnin’ my booty hole
I just can’t keep my undies clean

It was a liquid goo
Just like beef stew
It had the brownest gravy I’ve ever seen
Uh oh!
The-The-The-Then I got the sh*ts

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