Bob Ricci - Constipated lyrics

[Parody of "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne] Eat out Whatchya cooking for? My friends think I'm such a bore Just cause I won't go with them out to eat Processed meat I steer clear of Burger King Fast Food It just ain't my thing And if you understood what it does to me You would see Cause then later on I'm stuck in the john I trying to relax I'm taking ex-lax I've so stressing out There's zilch coming out of me Tell me Why does fast food make me so constipated? No matter what I order doesn't come back out It gets me frustrated It makes no differnce What I get, you can bet If it's meat, or it's sweet Could be fries, there's no compromise My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it No, no, no I drove out to see the Doc I'm still coping with the shock Cause next thing That I know, he's giving me A colonoscopy Then when I'm out of stamina Time for another enima What's worse They still don't know why Micky D's is making me A slave to the can A Metamucil man I can't seem to go I'm tense head to toe The viens in my neck Are bulging out of me Tell me Why does fast food make me so constipated? No matter what I order doesn't come back out It gets me frustrated It makes no differnce Where I go, Domino's Dairy Queen, Krispy Kreme Kfc, no thank you please My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no Eat out Whatchya cooking for? I can't take this anymore Don't you even think about inviting me Can't you see That when I get home I'm stuck on the throne I trying to relax I'm taking ex-lax I'm so stressing out There's zilch coming out of me Tell me Why does fast food make me so constipated? No matter what I order doesn't come back out It gets me frustrated It makes no differnce What I try, or apply Sour Kraut, Brussel Sprouts Pune Juice, it's just no use My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it No, no, no