Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumbleWhen you're bloated with...

  1. 37,776 Posts.
    lightbulb Created with Sketch. 445
    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass

    My abdomen growls with a grumble,
    From flatulence trying to pass..

    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    Or to keep all this gas in my can..

    I used to have a girlfriend,
    Swept a sweet Spanish maid off her feet

    Till she packed her clothes and left me,
    So much spicy salsa I eat

    Lost a sister, a neice, and my mother
    From the hot fumes while living with me

    Don't dare to visit my brother,
    He's recov'ring from nose-ectomy

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass

    The abdomen growls with a grumble,
    It's flatulence trying to pass..

    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    And to keep all the gas in my can..

    I guess you might call me a Junkie,
    A Mexic Depressive, well chowed

    I once had all the friends that I wanted
    But now, I'm dissed and I'm shunned by the crowd

    Ex-perts say that I'm "Eat-gotistical"
    With a need for hot seed in my genes
    Spend 24-7 just packing away
    Enchiladas and thick refried beans

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass

    My abdomen growls with a grumble,
    From flatulence trying to pass..

    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    And to keep all this gas in my can..

    Just can't keep all this gas in my can
 
arrow-down-2 Created with Sketch. arrow-down-2 Created with Sketch.