Walking down the road, his arse exploded out
With fear upon his face, he starts to scream and shout
He went down to the doctor, a trail of red behind
The doctor took a single look and then made up his mind
A probe was his solution to make a gory mess
And when it all was over, his arse was in distress
Everybody screamed as he picked up a gun
Blue and purple lightning bolts came shooting out his bum