I gotta find some porcelain, I gotta find it fast.
I’ve got a brown delivery and I fear it’s gonna blast.

I’m searching high and low, soon my rectum will blow.
Without the correct location, my pants are where it’ll go.

I can’t let this go down, I can’t let this shiz to happen.
I’m holding on to dear life, holding back the fierce crappin’.

Inside my gut it tightens, and I feel the full weight.
Please, bowels, be strong! I don’t want this fecal fate!

But it’s too late, now I feel like a caca-creep…
Cos just now my brown eye gave a sad weep.