Crap falls out from my rear end
I've got to wipe my ass again
Because the fast food I've been eating
Gave my bowels such a bad beating
And the odor from the turds flushed down the drain
Still remains
It doesn't smell like violets

To Taco Bell I went alone
In no time I'm on the throne
Moths flying 'round the ceiling lamp
The food there always gives me such a cramp
Toilet bowl was filled with the trash that ate that night
I was a sight
And doesn't smell like violets

And in the rest room light I saw
Great stinking pile of my spore
Awful mess in there was reeking
Chocolate brown and it was glistening
The guy sitting in the next stall was not spared
I don't care
If it don't smell like violets

What's in their food I do not know
Always makes me have to go
Hear my words that I might teach you
Don't breathe the gas that might reach you
As my turds down in the toilet fell
And they don't have a smell like violets

And the smell it did not fade
When I flushed the mess I made
And my bowels growled out its warning
Of the the gas that it was forming
And I sprayed out some brown colored droplets that splattered on the rest room walls
And toilet bowl stalls
I wished that it would smell like violets