Had a big bunch o’ beer, then went and ate a ham,
And that sent me to the john
To free a lot of feces—
It felt good to retire that dung.
You know, I just plopped it out, and it’s gone.

Anybody here seen my old-friends throng?
Can euw! tell me where they’ve gone?
I freed some hot-wind seepage,
And they respired it in their lungs;
I just popped it out, and they’re gone.

Ain’t nobody here. . .I’ve a yen for fartin’;
I could inflate a sarong.
I free a lot through seamage
That smells like fetid egg foo yung;
I just look around and they’re gone.

They don’t love they stink they’re in for:
Thick garlic fries are really good with pork and beans,
But then air streams
And they boom. . . it ain’t gonna be nosegays.

Ain’t nobody here, ’cause the stench, ungodly!
Rank, don’t smell sweet, and they’re gone.
I saw ’em run. . .no walkin’ from odor that kills.
I ate a ham, fartin’, then pong.