Walking down the road, his arse exploded out

With fear upon his face, he starts to scream and shout

He went down to the doctor, a trail of red behind

The doctor took a single look and then made up his mind

A probe was his solution to make a gory mess

And when it all was over, his arse was in distress

Everybody screamed as he picked up a gun

Blue and purple lightning bolts came shooting out his bum