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When it's falling from the stool,

And it's making a pool,

Diarrhea, Diarrhea.

When you stuff in your pocket,

And you really try to lock it,

Diarrhea, Diarrhea.

It's halfway to Dawn,

And my doo fills the Lawn,

Diarrhea, Diarrhea.

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