Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Don't break my......

-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

2 comments:

Willie Baronet said...

so you DO like country music. :-)

Anonymous said...

I'll never hear "Achey breaky heart" the same way again, ever! P.S. your version is better.