I run to piss, I've started to hiss,
I can feel the droplets drip.
The gods always know, to make it flow,
All I do is run a trip.
Yessiree, I run, like a bullet from a gun,
The wind blowing my hair.
I can feel a full fart forming,
I knew heaven was goodly fair.
These drops will drown, small insects brown,
But that's alright I sing.
It's really a matter of morals I feel,
Not trampling on any dead thing.
My balls and belly, maybe on telly,
A naked man pissing on the run.
Who knew I could get so famous so fast,
An ass of a guy with a hairy bum.
