| I got a special talent that I love to share
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| When I’m home or goin' out I pollute the air
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| You can always tell where I have been and when
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| 'Cause a lot of people never wanna go there again
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| Early in the morning, or late at night
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| I don’t decide, it just happens when the time is right
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| And when the time comes you better hope you’re not around
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| When I run to the bathroom and go to town, I’m gonna
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| Blow up the bathroom! |
| All night long!
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| Blow up the bathroom! |
| Man, that’s just wrong
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| Blow up the bathroom! |
| It’s nasty they tell me
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| Blow up the bathroom! |
| For the love of God, help me!
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| I run to the bathroom and lock myself in
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| You hear an earthquake followed by a gust of wind
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| Then the smart people make a break for the front door
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| And like a bad horror movie others go to explore
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| Most never come back 'cause they’re under attack
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| By a smell that can burn the hair off of their back
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| Very few that go in every manage to survive
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| And if they do they’ll need therapy the rest of their lives
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| I wish that I could tell you how to get rid of the smell
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| But nothing that I tried ever worked too well
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| To get the steam off the window you can use a squeegee
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| But don’t light a match or you’ll get blown to Fiji
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| The best I can suggest is to just stay away
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| I never jest I’m just trying to keep your hair from turning gray
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| You better pray if you’re ever in the house with me
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| Because my ass can be a real catastrophe, when I
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| It starts flowin' and until I reach my quota, I sit there and
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| Explode-a, like a shaken bottle of soda
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| Wait till you get a load of my load, sometimes it glowed
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| It pollutes the abode and the whole area code
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| The stench that I produce will stick around for years
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| Your eyes’ll fill up with tears as your stomach switches gears
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| Into reverse 'cause my curse is utterly perverse
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| You better race me to the bathroom and hope you get there first
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| Nuclear fallout’s got nothing on my gas
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| Scientists are trying to calculate the half-life of my ass
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| If you’re next in line, you might have to wait
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| For the haz-mat team to decontaminate
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| Otherwise you might just choke to death
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| Just imagine that being your very last breath
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| That’s a death that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy
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| But the government wants a new weapon so they’re lettin' me
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| They tell me what I do is reprehensable
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| All I know is that the smell’s incomprehensable
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| With the size of the you-know-what from my rear end
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| That toilet may never flush normally again
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| A plunger wouldn’t help though try as you might
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| You might have to use a quarter stick of dynomite
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| To disperse the mess that leave in my wake
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| Just be careful 'cause a handful of that stuff could cause a plague
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| I’m the best lover your toilet ever had
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| I’m the reason that New Jersey smells so bad
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| So try to keep your distance if you see me around town
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| 'Cause I grunt and I growl and I blow the house down
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| The best thing that you can do is to relocate
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| To a remote section on the other side of the state
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| Of all the places in the world the last place you wanna be
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| Is in the port-a-potty that is right next to me |