I lit my fart, It wasn’t nice
It nearly put me off my curry and rice
The smell I made was sickly sweet
It made me think that I’d been eating types of beet

Oh dreadful sting, my bowels could stun
I think I’ve eaten loads of fat that’s used for fryin’
Oh smell within out of my bum
I bet you wish you had a lung made out of iron

I was so cross, I had a pee
It hit the wall so hard and splashed back on me
So can you say if it’s a sin
I’d been out drinking and my piss smelled of gin

So when I’d finished I had just stop tryin;
Oh the smell it nearly had me cryin
And now I need oh
A lung made out of iron