I work hard the live-long day,
Lots of hours, little pay,
When I get back to my lonely shack,
For goodness' sake, I want a diarrhea milkshake.

My life is hard, my road is long.
Sorrow is my only song.
When day is done, I need some fun,
For goodness' sake, I want a diarrhea milkshake.

Life's a bitch, if I were rich,
I'd have dessert five times a day,
But I am not, and so I've got to pray.
The diarrhea comes my way.

Music comes, music goes,
Within the weeds, there is a rose.
It does appear but once a year,
For goodness' sake, I want a diarrhea milkshake.

© Christopher White 2005