Come on, shake you butthole, baby do the conga
I know you can't control your bowels any longer
Feel the pressure of your feces getting stronger
Don't ya try to fake it baby lift that toliet seat

Feel the rumbling of your intestines
You've got to feel the heat
Maybe too many beans or tacos
You better lift that toliet seat

Form a conga line together
Make your way into the can
Don't you worry if you can't dance
Let your gas pains help you jam

Come on shake you're butthole baby
Do the Conga