Half-way through Mamma-Mia at the cinemaplex I let rip with a fart that straight-away I regret Buggering hell, when I notice a worrying smell And I suddenly lose control, and there's a fire within my hole All my strength goes into clenching my ring But its too late and I expell everything Oh No! Diarrhoea. Here I go again Oh Christ, what have I been eating? Diarrhoea. It's goin' everywhere Wet sh**. All over the seating My evening fell to pieces Sprayed with my liquid faeces And we, had to leave the cinema Mamma-Mia, it started as an ABBA film Ended, more like an abba-toir!