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!