(Verse) I ponder the point of life itself. I wonder, even, from the confines of a tiny shelf. I sometimes ask the questions meant to challenge mind controls, While most give answers from their booty holes! (Pre-Chorus) To poo or not to poo? That is the question! (Chorus) Oh, existential poot! Whatcha gonna do? Does it even matter or are fecal matters moot? A Nihilistic leaning's gotta drop it like it's hot. A peanut butter tater pokin', show me what you got. To poo or not? (Verse) The Book of Revelation's nigh. It speaks of oddities once written by folks who were high. But seek ye not the fountain of the youth you've pissed away, So you may live to drown another day! (Pre-Chorus) To poo or not to poo? That is the question! (Chorus) Oh, existential poot! Whatcha gonna do? Does it even matter or are fecal matters moot? A Nihilistic leaning's gotta drop it like it's hot. A peanut butter tater pokin', show me what you got. To poo or not? (Bridge) In the grand scheme, nothing matters. In the moment, it all does. While, like roaches, genius scatters, To show what is and will be, was. (Chorus) Oh, existential poot! Whatcha gonna do? Does it even matter or are fecal matters moot? A Nihilistic leaning's gotta drop it like it's hot. A peanut butter tater pokin', show me what you got. To poo or not? (Outro) To poo or not? To poo or not? Oh... That is the question!