I'm feeling very poorly, poorly in my bellynBut I promised to attend the fancy dress partynBefore I don my outfit I go and have a big shitnWhich is very runny and very, very smellynnLITTLE KUNT:nYou can tell by his smell that he's not very wellnnSo I get to the party still smelling slightly fartynI'm wearing a white clown suit and trying to clench my poo chutenI say some quick hello's to one or two fellowsnThen I dash to the bog but the fucking door is lockednI'm trying to retain control of my poorly anus holenI run back down the stairs but see someone I know therenI get stuck in conversation but my mind's on defecationnThe stomach pains are sharp, maybe I can get away with just one parp?nnLITTLE KUNT:nYou can tell by his smell that he's not very wellnYou can tell by his smell that he's not very wellnnWhat could I do? I did a poonI farted and I followed throughnI made a mess on my fancy dressnI was a clown but now my pants are brownnnWhat could I do? I did a poonI farted and I followed throughnI made a mess on my fancy dressnI was a clown but now my pants are brownnnAnd I can't move but I know I oughtanMy cacks are full of rusty waternAnd warm gravy is dripping from my bumnI've shit my pants in front of everyone