Bob Ricci Constipated Lyrics

Constipated Lyrics

[Parody of "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne]



Eat out

Whatchya cooking for?

My friends think I'm such a bore

Just cause I won't go with them out to eat

Processed meat



I steer clear of Burger King

Fast Food

It just ain't my thing

And if you understood what it does to me

You would see



Cause then later on

I'm stuck in the john

I trying to relax

I'm taking ex-lax

I've so stressing out

There's zilch coming out of me



Tell me

Why does fast food make me so constipated?

No matter what I order doesn't come back out

It gets me frustrated

It makes no differnce

What I get, you can bet

If it's meat, or it's sweet

Could be fries, there's no compromise

My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it

No, no, no



I drove out to see the Doc

I'm still coping with the shock

Cause next thing

That I know, he's giving me

A colonoscopy



Then when I'm out of stamina

Time for another enima

What's worse

They still don't know why Micky D's is making me



A slave to the can

A Metamucil man

I can't seem to go

I'm tense head to toe

The viens in my neck

Are bulging out of me



Tell me

Why does fast food make me so constipated?

No matter what I order doesn't come back out

It gets me frustrated

It makes no differnce

Where I go, Domino's

Dairy Queen, Krispy Kreme

KFC, no thank you please

My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it

No, no, no

No, no, no

No, no, no

No, no, no



Eat out

Whatchya cooking for?

I can't take this anymore

Don't you even think about inviting me

Can't you see



That when I get home

I'm stuck on the throne

I trying to relax

I'm taking ex-lax

I'm so stressing out

There's zilch coming out of me



Tell me

Why does fast food make me so constipated?

No matter what I order doesn't come back out

It gets me frustrated

It makes no differnce

What I try, or apply

Sour Kraut, Brussel Sprouts

Pune Juice, it's just no use

My gastrointestinal track doesn't wanna take it

No, no, no