diarrhea*
He's comin' up to bat, and his pants are gettin' fat
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
He's runnin' on to first, and his pants just want to burst
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
He's goin' round to second, and he needs a disinfectant
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
He's comin' up to third, and he wishes it was a t***
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
He's comin' on to home, and his pants have got some foam
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
You may think it's funny, but it's really brown and runny
Diarrhea uh uh, Diarrhea uh uh.
/Right. Juvenile toilet humor expunged. Now I feel better.
//On a personal note... sympathize, Josh. I can't eat onions, garlic, bell peppers, or chiles ever again, or I get this reaction. Fully two days you might see me again. Ugh. Be strong and drink fluids.