I know it’s getting lateAnd i know we had a date luciaI hate to make you waitCause it would be so great to see yaTears fall from my eyesAnd i must apologize luciaIâll have to stay at homeSo i called you on the phoneCause i’m stuck here on the throneWith diarrheaI thought it was only gasSo i went and let one passThen i stood there in a tranceAs i filled my brand new pantsMy mother brought me soupBut it only made me poop luciaI never should have ateBut it sounded like a great ideaYou know it really hurtsWhen you got the hershey squirts luciaThere’s no paper to be seenSo i used people magazineAnd it makes me wanna screamDiarrheaI love you dear with all my heartBut i can’t go out with liquid fartsI wouldn’t have to break our dateIf only i could constipateI know you got the hotsBut i really got the trots luciaThere’s no need to scream and shoutCause tomorrow we’ll go out i guarantee yaI know you need your manSo i came up with a plan luciaIâll take a cork and super gluePound it in there with my shoeAnd then iâll be all throughWith diarrhea