Oops, I Did It Again

I left the barn this morning, chasing the sunrise,

Had my coffee black, and Mama's homemade pies.

But halfway down the dirt road, trouble found my rear,

A rumbling in my belly that I could no longer steer.

Tried to keep my cool, keep my spirits high and dry,

But every bump and pothole, made me want to cry.

Pulled over in a hurry, to find some privacy,

But alas, it was too late; my pants held the casualty.

Oops, I did it again, on this old country lane,

Shouldn't have had that second piece of pie; oh what a shame.

Every cow and rooster's laughin’, at my dirty deed,

Oops, I did it again, why's that always happen to me?

Went back home in shame, with my pants a soggy mess,

Mama said, "Boy, your face tells the whole damn 'o distress."

She's seen it many times, on Dad and brother too,

Seems a family tradition, of what we shouldn’t do.

Oops, I did it again, on this old country lane,

Shouldn't have had that second piece of pie; oh what a shame.

Every cow and rooster's laughin’, at my dirty deed,

Oops, I did it again, why's that always happen to me?

So I'll plan out my path next time, avoid the mud and pies,

Stick to Mama's warnings, when the trouble starts to rise.

'Cause out here in the country, folks are bound to see,

And they'll remind you ev'ry day of that pants calamity.