I'm used to eating some of everything
From rattlesnake to a tarter steak to a spicy chicken wing
Oh, but I've found a food
Twists intestines into knots for good, ‘cause

It makes my stomach growl
It loosens up my bowels

I get the runs from prunes
I get the runs from prunes
And when the prunes are ripe I get the runs all night
I get the runs from prunes

I see a bowl of prunes I know I'll have a few
But I know later everything I ate will turn to liquid poo
I know that it's so true
That I'll spend my evening sitting in the loo

And when the feeling hits
You just can't stop the sh**s

I get the runs from prunes
I get the runs from prunes
And when the prunes are ripe I get the runs all night
I get the runs from prunes

[Repeat Chorus]