(Note: At some parts of the song, a background voice say a random number after every syllable. It's impossible to keep track of those.)

Ten, nine (nine), eight, seven (seven), six, five (five), four, three (three), two, one (one), enema countdown!

No need to be scared,

If you are prepared,

For ignition and the ulimate letdown!

Said I to all of you:

"Do you believe this is necessary?"

Said you to all of I:

"The test has proved this is neccessary."

Now don't be afraid, (Wa!)

Swallow your pride, (Wa!)

Do what they say, (Wa!)

Put it inside, (Wa!)

Return to your seat for a bumpy ride.

Here we go with the enema countdown!

Nine (nine!), one (seven!), one (five!), one (three).

Ten, nine (nine), eight, seven (seven), six, five (five), four, three (three), two, one (one), enema countdown!

Premeditate,

and prepare for your fate,

Or the moon may speak to the cold ground!

In the blink of an eye, (Ah!)

Now it is time, (Ah!)

Don't bother to cry, (Ah!)

Just steady your buns, (Ah!)

for I call out in salutation,

Colorectal graduation,

Jet propulsion,

Celebration!

Three, two, one, enema countdown!