Out on the freeway
For three days
I feel so strange
I think the food is reaching me
Had four tacos
And then I followed
It with a pina colada
And now it s coming back to me

I need to find a rest area
I think I have diarrhea
I need to get to a commode
Before I explode
All over my front seat
It just won t be neat
I cannot have another bite to eat
Or I ll be shitting in the middle of the street

Long days go by
Rectum pressure is high
Terd-shaped clouds in the sky
Why must everything remind me of diarrhea?
Puddles in the road
A truck that says wide load
A Vegetales episode
And the worst of all, a flat tire, GOD DAMMIT!

When will I make it to the next stop?
I gotta get there before I pop
One more gulp of Coke, and I ll swear that I ll blow
Any more distractions, I swear that I ll go
I just wanna make it to the bathroom
I ve got some shit to do