Pity the Boy

Tune: Harry Warren's "Chattanooga Choo-Choo"

Pity the boy
Who does the Chimichanga Cha-Cha,
After he eats [mm, mm!]
Those indigestible treats!

Straight to the loo
You do
The Chimichanga Cha-Cha,
Feeling a twinge [oooh, yeah!]
Of Montezuma's Re-vinge.

You get that rumble right around
The Equatorial Bulge—
Deeper repercussions,
If you overindulge!
Salsa and cilantro,
Cuervo,™ lime and Cointreau:™
Worse than any combo
Out of Rest-au-rant Row.

When you think your colon
Is about to explode,
Locomote directly
To the nearest commode.
Passing guacamole
Doesn't happen slowly;
Uh-oh!—Chimichanga Overload.

[Oh!] boy, do you have
A case of gastroenteritis
Second to none—[hoo, boy!]
And not especially fun.
"Never again!"
Is what you bellow, as you start to pass;
"Hey, Chimichanga Cha-Cha—
You can 'cha-cha' my ass!"