Flatulence breeds laughter

 

Come smile with me, as I sing you a song;
About God's little gift, to every man.
For we all like to laugh and forget all our worries
And we all like to laugh, whenever we can.
 
 
At a worldwide problem which just can't be solved;
Of epidemic proportions, it affects us all.
It's the funniest thing known, but embarrassing too;
But the louder the funnier, as long as it's not you.
 
 
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my arse.
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.
 
 
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my arse.
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
La, la, la, la,  
La, la, la, la,  
La, la, la, la,  
La, lahh!
 
 
Who dropped that off?  Who left us a present?
Who smells that bad?  Come on! Who the Hell is it?
God damn that's bad, something smells like it's died.
You filled my lungs with a sickness, you brought a tear to my eye;
You made me wish I was a dog and I had no nose,
Then when you'd tell them of my story,  
They'd say how does he smell?
(shout) AWFUL!
 
 
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my arse,
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my arse,
It's flatulence! It's one big fart!
La, la, la, la,  
La, la, la, la,  
La, la, la, la,  
La, lahh!
 
 
Well it's time to end this song,
With no more bad fart jokes in sight.
It's time to wander on,
With just a trumpety, trump; goodnight.
 
 
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