Chris Moyles Dicky Tum
I've got the feeling my stomach is heaving, boy now
I'm really scared,
Must have been something I've eaten, now it's
repeating, my guts are in need of repair,
So now I'm in trouble, I feel the rumble, I gotta be
prepared,
and I know it's true if I don't find a loo, it could
go everywhere,
Cos I need to go, and I'm scared it's about to blow,
Wish I hadn't had, that chicken tikka and shish kebab,
(Chorus)
Bad chicken tikka, I've got a dicky tum, cos I need to
go the loo and I'm gonna have to run,
Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home, cos my bums
about to explode,
Oh bad chicken tikka, I've got a dicky tum, cos I need
to go the loo and I'm gonna have to run,
Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home, cos my bums
about to explode..
I'm on my way home, this journey is so long, will I
ever get there,
Seem to be walking forever, my ass ain't too clever,
the whole day just isn't fair,
Cos you know I'm no liar, my arse is on fire, this
really ain't any fun,
Cos I need to go soon and I'm feeling marooned, in the
street with a dicky tum,
Cos I need to go, and I'm scared it's about to blow,
Wish I hadn't had, that chicken tikka and shish kebab,
(Chorus)
I just need to get me home, and sit upstairs on my
porcelain throne,
Even though I've lowered the tone, gonna blow off like
a big trombone,
I just need to get me home, and sit upstairs on my
porcelain throne,
Even though I've lowered the tone, gonna blow off like
a big trombone,
(Chorus)
(repeat chorus to fade)