There’s a plan to put a man in danger.
The tool’s a mule; he got a rank arranger.
A big movement he makes; several balloons he takes.
This body cavity is quite narrow.

Secrete anus grams, secrete anus grams.
They stuff it up his bummer and put him on a plane.

Beware he must be, or be in a bind.
Suspicious looks might lead to his behind.

He must be careful today
or he’ll give himself away
and find himself in a jail cell tight, narrow.

Secrete anus grams, secrete anus grams.
They stuff it up his bummer; if he ain’t caught, he’ll gain.

Fastin’ till he’s passed through the Customs bay.
He allays his hunger for just about one day.
He can’t let the package slip,
or else the balloon might rip
He wants intestines as dry as a pharaoh.

Secrete anus grams, secrete anus grams.
He’s gonna need a plumber when he gets off the plane.