While writing this
I have to poop, have to poop, have to poop
It will come out
Looking like soup, like soup, like soup
Now I'm frightened to take it
Everyone's scared of it
But I must be strong this time
All through the day, I've had to go

Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop

Oh, Mr Mouse
I have to poop, have to poop, have to poop
So why am I writing this?
When I have to poop, have to poop, have to poop
Eating pigs in a blanket
While on the internet
It will come out while I drink the wine
All through the day, I drink vines

Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop
Oh poopy poop

All I can think about
I me your's, I me your's, I me your's,
Is Seth McFarlane's left eye
Adam West, Adam West, George Lopez
No one can make it
They only fake it
Blowing my brain all the time

Oh, Mr Sandman
Please by mine