Half way through Mamma Mia at the Cinemaplex I let rip with a fart that straight away I regret Buggering hell, then I notice a worrying smell And I suddenly lose control, and there's a fire within my hole
All my strength goes into clenching my ring But it's too late and I expel everything Oh no!
Diarrhoea, here I go again Oh Christ, what have I been eating? Diarrhoea, it's going everywhere Wet shit, all over the seating
My evening fell to pieces Sprayed with my liquid faeces And we had to leave the cinema
Mamma Mia – it started as an ABBA film Ended more like an abattoir!