-You can tell the world you never was my pal
You can burn my backside when I'm almost gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a smell I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my stink to others on the phone
You can tell my hair to wipe the floor
Or you can tell my bum to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for it no more
But don't smell my fart, my bumpy-breaking fart
I just don't think you'd understand
And if you tell my fart, my reeking stinky fart
It might hit you as fast as cyanide can.
Ooo
You can tell my ma I blew to Australia
Or you can tell your dog to whiff my bum
Or tell your brother Cliff who's brain ain't the size of lips
I never really liked him anyway
Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I smell okay
Oh you can tell my eyes not to close themselves and die
It might be giving up on me today
Its because of my fart, my stinky poopy fart
I just don't think it'd understand
'Cus if i told my fart, my funky smelling fart
He might blow up and kill my man
Ooo
So, don't tell my fart, my pongy minging fart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my fart, my humming gamy fart
He might even blow me up and kill my fam.
Ooo
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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2 comments:
so you DO like country music. :-)
I'll never hear "Achey breaky heart" the same way again, ever! P.S. your version is better.
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