Waterville Taste Nasty

(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."