to where the warm winds blowin
i shouldna ate that curry
my pants are in a tidy mess
a brown distasteful slurry
the smell of boiled eggs on the breeze
a hint of cabbage pong

it dribbles quickly past my knees
now lets all sing along

CHORUS    SHITEY SHITEY TOO RA LAY HUM BIDDY DO DAH NID

      REPEAT THREE TIMES