Constipated |
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Constipated Lyrics |
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 A Complicated SongUh huh, extra cheese. Uh huh, Uh huh, save a piece for me. Pizza party at your house, I went just to check it out. 19 extra larges, What a shame, no one came. Just us, eatin` all alone, You said, "take the pizza home. No sense lettin` all this go to waste," So then I faced Pizza all day, and everyday, there`s cheese `round the clock, Is gettin` me blocked, And I sure don`t care for irregularity. Tell me, Why`d you have to go and make me so constipated `Cause right now I`d do anything to just get my bowels evacuated, In the bathroom. I sit and I wait and I strain and I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain Oh, should I take a laxative or have my colon irrigated. No, no, no. I was feelin` pretty down, `Til my girlfriend came around. We`re just so alike in every way, I gotta say. In fact, I just thought I might, pop the question there that night. I was kissin` her so tenderly, But woe is me. Who would`ve guessed, her family crest. I`d suddenly spy, tattoo`d on her thigh. And son of a gun, it`s just like the one on me. Tell me. How was I supposed to know we were both related? Believe me if I knew she was my cousin we never would`ve dated. What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose and get hitched and have kids with 11 toes, And move to Alabama where that kinda` thing is tolerated. No, no, no. (no no)x11 (oooh) I had so much on my mind, I thought maybe I`d unwind. Try out that new roller coaster ride, And the guide... Said not to stand, but that`s a demand, That I couldn`t meet, I got on my feet, And stood up instead and knocked off my head you see! Tell me! Why`d I have to go and get myself decapitated? This really is a major inconvenience, oh man I really hate it. It`s such a drag now. can`t eat, I can`t breathe, I can`t snore, I can`t belch or yodel anymore, Can`t spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated. Oh no! Why`d I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah yeah) I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated. What a bummer. I can`t blink, I can`t cough, I can`t sneeze. But my neck is enjoyin` a pleasant breeze now. Haven`t been the same since my head and I were separated. No, no, no. |
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