The loo isn't the best place to take a dookie
So the street is where I go
Me and my friends on the corner taking shits
Straining hard and then we shit slow
Come over and start up a pooping session with just me
And trust me I'll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Vannu on the streetside
And then we start to strain and now I'm grunting like

Turd, you know I want you gone
This poo was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my pee
I may be from India, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not groan too much
Grab on your knees, put that potty on the street
Come on now, follow my pee
Come, come on now, follow my pee

I'm in love with the smell of poo
We push and grunt to make doodoo
Although my heart is failing too
I'm in love with my pooootty
And last night you were in my womb
And now my bedsheets smell like poo
Every day defecating some more brown poo
I'm in love with my pooootty
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with my pooootty
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with my pooootty
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I
I'm in love with my pooootty
Every day defecating some brown poo
I'm in love with the smell of poo