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Dont really know how the inspiration came about, but it hit me out of nowhere. Id like to see other peoples parodies to if you have them.
330 in the morning,
middle of the night,
sittin on the love seat, thinkin something just aint right.
just got back from White Castle, and theres a storm moving in,
I fear a bowel movement, hope theres no one down wind,
and the thunder roooolls, and the thunder rolls.
the thunder rolls, and I lean to the right,
another farts gone cold, on a sleepless night
as my bowel roils oooooo-on out of control,
deep in my gut, the thunder rolls.
My pants are turnin, the most putrid shade of brown,
I thank god and greyhound that no one is around,
Im praying for a miracle, hoping Im alright,
I hope Ill survive this gastrointestinal plight.
and the thunder roooolls, and the thunder rolls.
the thunder rolls, and I lean to the right,
another farts gone cold, on a sleepless night
as my bowel roils oooooo-on out of control,
deep in my gut, the thunder rolls.
I need to crack a window, or I think Im gonna die,
I hope the smell wont offend anyone who may walk by,
I think I may not make it, but then again who knows,
but one thing Im sure of is that it really burns my nose,
and the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls.
330 in the morning,
middle of the night,
sittin on the love seat, thinkin something just aint right.
just got back from White Castle, and theres a storm moving in,
I fear a bowel movement, hope theres no one down wind,
and the thunder roooolls, and the thunder rolls.
the thunder rolls, and I lean to the right,
another farts gone cold, on a sleepless night
as my bowel roils oooooo-on out of control,
deep in my gut, the thunder rolls.
My pants are turnin, the most putrid shade of brown,
I thank god and greyhound that no one is around,
Im praying for a miracle, hoping Im alright,
I hope Ill survive this gastrointestinal plight.
and the thunder roooolls, and the thunder rolls.
the thunder rolls, and I lean to the right,
another farts gone cold, on a sleepless night
as my bowel roils oooooo-on out of control,
deep in my gut, the thunder rolls.
I need to crack a window, or I think Im gonna die,
I hope the smell wont offend anyone who may walk by,
I think I may not make it, but then again who knows,
but one thing Im sure of is that it really burns my nose,
and the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls.
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