| Lyrics: | I was a little too stuffed, had to lose a few pounds,
Pants too tight, seams bustin'
out.
Just had a big burrito with beans and rice,
Salsa on top, with some extra
spice,
Lots of extra spice.
Out there in the bathroom where the air gets
heavy,
Sat on the cold seat, thought I was ready,
Workin' on crosswords and readin' the
news.
Workin' on a bowel move.
Tryin' to move some backed-up drive-through
food.
Workin' on a bowel move.
And it was takin'
time.
Unhhhhhhhhh.
I was up last night tryin' to make some thunder.
How long
would it take? I sat and wondered.
Started readin' a magazine from 1962....
Yet I'm
waitin' on a bowel move,
'Cause I'm all bound up from cheese that's turned to
glue.
Prayin' for a bowel move.
I'm out of paper again.
Bowel
move.
Unhhhh....
(Bowel move) Ain't it funny how it takes so much time...
(Bowel
move) For a bowel move.
(Bowel move) I wanna remember; I wanna remember;
I wanna
remember.
(Bowel move) I should have brought my camera.
Ohhh ohhhh...
Ooooooooo
hunh...
Ohhhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah...heah...
Uh huh...
Huh huh |
