Stuck inside these four stalls
Hands upon the lever
Waiting for the big one
Call it number two
Number two, number two

If I ever get over this
Gonna alter my diet plan
Nevermore will my lunch consist
Of some prunes and a box of bran

If I ever get over this
If we ever get over this

Well the water parted with a mighty splash
As the drummer parked his buns
And the bassist swore through the closed and locked door
I'm next when you are done

Band with the runs
Band with the runs

And our manager, searched all over
The auditorium
For the band with the runs, band with the runs

Well the keyboard player felt his molars float
As he waited for his turn
And our backup singer hit a sour note
From the jalepeno burn

Band with the runs
Band with the runs

And the groupies' lust, and magic dust
Would both remain undone
By the band with the runs, band with the runs
Band with the runs, band with the runs

Well, the sun was rising as our weary fans
Began to think us dead
But a paper shortage did abort our plans
We're stranded in the head

Band with the runs
Band with the runs

And a hazmat crew, could not undo
The damage that was done
By the band with the runs, band with the runs
Band with the runs, band with the runs