Driving fast
stomach's churning
put my blinker on
and now I'm turning
It started at the restaurant
after I ate
six tacos and a burrito
now I suffer this fate.
It's my fault
I should have known
Should've stopped with the mexican
but I continued with a waffle cone
It's getting worse
this feeling inside
starting to think
about suicide
I start to hit traffic
red lights everywhere
I pray to the lord
that I don't sh*t in my underwear
It may be disgusting
It may gross you out
but you've all been there before
and with this I have no doubt.
I turn the bend
and my house I can see
it's never looked so good
now I'm searching for my key
I can't seem to find it
and isn't it strange
how it seems to get worse
when the bathroom's finally within range?
I'm finally in!
I run to the john!
But when I finish
I notice the toliet paper's gone. :(