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(Intro)
[Announcer] "And now, a tale of woe and woe-merangs from the heart of Waterville..."
(Verse 1)
I heard 'bout Waterville, a foodie's delight
So I packed my appetite, ready to fight
Food trucks galore, a culinary dream
Little did I know, it was a gastronomic scheme
Tacos and burgers, fries crispy and hot
I stuffed my face, without a single thought
But soon my insides, started to rebel
A gastronomic disaster, a story to tell
(Chorus)
Waterville woes, a tummy’s typhoon
From food truck frenzy to bathroom platoon
A taste of the town, a bitter pill
My gut's a battleground, against its own will
(Verse 2)
I dashed to the bathroom, with a desperate plea
My body a war zone, as you can see
The porcelain throne, my only retreat
As my stomach revolted, a painful defeat
I swore off food trucks, for the rest of my days
But the smell of their goodness, still finds its ways
To tempt my taste buds, with their devilish charm
But my gut still recoils, at the slightest alarm
(Chorus)
Waterville woes, a tummy’s typhoon
From food truck frenzy to bathroom platoon
A taste of the town, a bitter pill
My gut's a battleground, against its own will
(Bridge 1)
I’m now a connoisseur of toilet paper brands
And have mastered the art of bathroom plans
I’ve lost weight, it’s true, but at what cost?
A life of regret, and digestive loss
(Bridge 2)
So heed my warning, as you wander the streets
Of Waterville’s culinary, tempting feats
Indulge with caution, or you’ll pay the price
In bathroom breaks, and mournful cries
(Chorus)
Waterville woes, a tummy’s typhoon
From food truck frenzy to bathroom platoon
A taste of the town, a bitter pill
My gut's a battleground, against its own will
(Outro)
[Sound of flushing toilet, followed by a sigh of relief]
(Announcer)
"And that, folks, is why you should always listen to your gut...or at least consult it before diving headfirst into a food truck festival."
