If you feel tight all of the time
And your tongue, it tastes like lime
Just remember it isn't a crime
To go poo

If the dinner that you cooked last night
Is the cause of your husband's plight
Then he knows that it is his right
To go poo.

He's going back again, with so much pain
To go poo
He's is heck of a guy, but he won't cry
He'll just poo

When his head it floats and he starts to bloat,
When you can clearly smell
Those familiar French fries, and chicken thighs
How sorry you'll be.

Can you ever subdue what he's going through
When he goes poo?