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Out on the freeway For three days I feel so strange I think the food is reaching me Had four tacos And then I followed It with a pina colada And now it's coming back to me I need to find a rest area I think I have diarrhea I need to get to a commode Before I explode All over my front seat It just won't be neat I cannot have another bite to eat Or I'll be shitting in the middle of the street Long days go by Rectum pressure is high Terd-shaped clouds in the sky Why must everything remind me of diarrhea? Puddles in the road A truck that says wide load A Vegetales episode And the worst of all, a flat tire, GOD DAMMIT! Letras de canciones When will I make it to the next stop? I gotta get there before I pop One more gulp of Coke, and I'll swear that I'll blow Any more distractions, I swear that I'll go I just wanna make it to the bathroom I've got some shit to do From Letras Mania