A burrito baby Forced it out It wasn't a maybe or some buuuulllashit shout! About how killing a whale gives you clean burning lamp oil. There's no reason for me to be standing here in a hat of tin foil. And forget how the British say “aluminum” We're not talking about Al Simion. Aliens bitch! Damien's witch! It's all coming now! Get your foot off the bow! This boat’s a sinking Because this poo’s stinking More than my neighbor would allow If he had control of my pooping and how Or maybe when or even where But certainly not here or now, but there... Flushing. Zip. Buckle. I'm out.