The weather is great

And the music is good

But I realy truly wish that I could

Hold it all in

But I need to pee

But those festival toilets are not for me

Because they smell so bad

And they look so grim

I feel like I'm going out on a limb.

It's too late I've breathed it in

The potty is filled up to the brim

Look at it it's overflowing

Maybe I should just get going

But my need to wee is oh so bad

So I must take it on the chin

Maybe if I hadn't drank so much beer

Outside I hear the crowd all cheer

Where am I meant to wash my hands

I'm missing all my favourite bands

No toilet paper and the flush won't work

I'm standing here like a berk

The smell is making me feel sick

I must get out of here quick

Outside I know a queue is forming

This is realy so alarming

The next one in will think it's me

That left the smell so I must flee

Open the door breath in fresh air

Look at the queue that's forming there

Some bloke steps in as I step out

'Bloody hell I hear him shout

I feel so glad that I am done

Put my head down quick and run