I was driving down the road, feeling mighty fine,
But my stomach started rumbling, it was poopin' time,
I hit the gas pedal, trying to get to the john,
But when I got there, the damage was done,
Now I'm a outlaw with a trail behind me, guess I'll have to clean up this mess, oh lordy.
Well, I'll never forget that fateful day,
When nature called in the worst possible way,
I was squeezing my cheeks, praying for some time,
But my body betrayed me, left me in a bind,
They say every outlaw has a story to tell,
Mine's about the day my bowels rebelled.
The shame and embarrassment, weighs heavy on my soul,
Never thought my day would take such a toll,
Now I'm known as the outlaw who couldn't hold it in,
But I'll keep on drivin', despite the mess I'm in,
Cause in the world of outlaws, there ain't no room for shame,
Just keep on movin' and playin' the poopin' game.
But as the miles go by, and time starts to mend,
I'll learn to laugh at myself, and embrace the end,
No longer just the outlaw with a tale so crude,
But a survivor of the call, and a little less rude,
For in the end, it's just a part of life's strange road,
The day my bowels rebelled, and my story was told.