Diarrhea,
Don't you know that I am on the pot to stay?
If I ever get off, then
What hair's left, will have been turned to gray.
Hate to see ya,
You know my toilet paper's nearly gone.
If this don't end soon, I'll use the sheet I wrote this song on.
Diarrhea.
(Oh, diarrhea, it really sucks.)
(Oh, diarrhea.)
Diarrhea.
(Oh, diarrhea, it really sucks.)
I hate you.

Diarrhea,
My butt is raw and burns like fire.
Just my thoughts about you,
And I lose all thoughts of desire.
Hate to see ya,
I hope someone collects my mail.
You make my butt hurt like I just got out of jail.

Here I sit with that disgusting smell.
Guess I shouldn't eat at Taco Bell.

Diarrhea.
(Oh, diarrhea, it really sucks.)
(Oh, diarrhea.)
Diarrhea.
(Oh, diarrhea, it really sucks.)
I hate you.