The Real F@€@d£ - New England Lyrics

Late night dinner at the diner
Fried oysters for a light appetizer
Sippin' on wine with some good conversation
Didn't know about my stomach's devastation
Back at the hotel a quarter past 10
Slippin' under the covers about to fall asleep when
All of the sudden my stomach started churning
Racin' to the toilet while my butt hole is burnin'
Head downtown between my legs about to cry
When I look over and see the toilet paper is only single ply

Sittin' on the floor
Gotta burnin' back do'

Sittin' on the floor
Gotta burnin' back do'

Wrapping up thought I was all finished
Thought my body was through being punished
When I had a tiny little sensation
And I did so without hesitation
And I didn't even mean to start
That's when I learned
You can never trust a fart

Sittin' on the floor
Gotta burnin' back do'

Sittin' on the floor
Gotta burnin' back do'

Woke up, half past 3
On the Bathroom floor where'd ya think I'd be
Looking around, this place is a mess
Probably putting the cleaning lady under duress
Gurglin' and burblin' my stomach started to churn again
Grabbed the porcelain bus and took it for a turn again
Heavin' and ho'in, I started to throw up
In the pot where I forgot to flush and there was stuff floatin' in
Floatin' in

Floatin in'

There was stuff floatin' in

Floatin in'
Floatin in'

There was stuff floatin' in
Burnin' back burnin' back do'

Haha we're the real facade
Just kidding tho
But really

But really