Mouldy Cheese Sandwich



As I was walking, lonely, down the street Suspicious of people I will never meet I came to a little cafe run by pete Thought I'd go right inside and get something to eat
Now I regret as I Sit on the toilet My arse was sore As I started running for the door
It's coming out like gravy As I fill up the toilet This mouldy cheese sandwich Has given me the shits
The chef was dirty; he had food in his beard And the food that I ate tasted unnervingly weird But I thought nothing of it as I gulped down my beer Though I glanced at the toilet, to check it was near
My arse explodes I paint the wall Klingons galore And the crap begins to fall
It's coming out like gravy As I fill up the toilet This mouldy cheese sandwich Has given me the shits