Eating chili hours and minutes -
Of everyday, with frijoles -
Makes the warm air out of my behind.

With brown fog all around me -
From flutterblasts, gas that lasts -
After all that I have to break the wind.

Pepperoni pizza pie -
Doesn't cut the cheese like tamales -
It doesn't help my bowels to unbind.

Kim chee may move you, but -
Chili's the sweetest thing, makes sphincters sing -
After all that I have to break the wind.

Jalapenos bring me to tears -
Go to my rear, with a few beers -
To help me pass the gas from my behind.

For ending with a fart -
I'm reaping what I sow, as you always know -
After all that I have to break the wind.