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!