I love puke and poop
That sloppy goop
In the cat's box, I dropped a log
It reeked like it came straight from my dog
When it comes to my bu*t, I like dem loud noises
I frequently enjoy...
Mooning little boys-es
I woke up in the summer, I was feelin' real weezy
It wasn't 'cause I had to sneezy, all I know I'm feeling queasy
I leaned over the bed and went *Buhlella*
I blamed the yack on my stupid cat Stella
She began to cry
And dropped a mud pie;
I said "Oh my! Smells like someone died!"