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Lyrics: © Copyright 1994, David R. Mohr
When I wake up in the morning there's a pain deep down inside of me.
Get me to the bathroom - Gotta Pee!
And when the lue is crowded I can feel myself in agony.
Let me in the bathroom - Gotta Pee!
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Whisk me to the porcelain - Gotta Pee.
And now although I've farted it has not be a relief to me.
I must get in the bathroom - Gotta Pee.
Again my cheeks have parted and it smells so bad that I can't see
Let me in the bathroom - Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Yeah! Wishful thoughts of porcelain - Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Ode to flush the toilet - Gotta Pee.
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Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Whisk me to my own throne - Gotta Pee.
And now my eyes are cloudy, rolling back inside my head you see.
Let me in the bathroom - Gotta Pee.
When I wake up with my tummy troubled my vision starts to get blurry
Speaking of the porcelain - Gotta Pee!
Yeah! Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Whisper words of porcelain - Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee.
Whisk me to the porcelain - Gotta Pee.