Bob Ricci - Constipated Lyrics
[Parody of "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne]Eat outWhatchya cooking for?My friends think I'm such a boreJust cause I won't go with them out to eatProcessed meatI steer clear of Burger KingFast FoodIt just ain't my thingAnd if you understood what it does to meYou would seeCause then later onI'm stuck in the johnI trying to relaxI'm taking ex-laxI've so stressing outThere's zilch coming out of meTell meWhy does fast food make me so constipated?No matter what I order doesn't come back outIt gets me frustratedIt makes no differnceWhat I get, you can betIf it's meat, or it's sweetCould be fries, there's no compromiseMy gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take itNo, no, noI drove out to see the DocI'm still coping with the shockCause next thingThat I know, he's giving meA colonoscopyThen when I'm out of staminaTime for another enimaWhat's worseThey still don't know why Micky D's is making meA slave to the canA Metamucil manI can't seem to goI'm tense head to toeThe viens in my neckAre bulging out of meTell meWhy does fast food make me so constipated?No matter what I order doesn't come back outIt gets me frustratedIt makes no differnceWhere I go, Domino'sDairy Queen, Krispy KremeKFC, no thank you pleaseMy gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take itNo, no, noNo, no, noNo, no, noNo, no, noEat outWhatchya cooking for?I can't take this anymoreDon't you even think about inviting meCan't you seeThat when I get homeI'm stuck on the throneI trying to relaxI'm taking ex-laxI'm so stressing outThere's zilch coming out of meTell meWhy does fast food make me so constipated?No matter what I order doesn't come back outIt gets me frustratedIt makes no differnceWhat I try, or applySour Kraut, Brussel SproutsPune Juice, it's just no useMy gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take itNo, no, no
