It's the little old lady's rump passin' beaners.

It's the little old lady's rump passin' beaners
(Blow-fanny, blow-fanny, blow-fanny blow.)
It's not pretty when she powers one unlike gardenias
(No, granny, no, granny, no, granny, no!)
If she farts in her windows-closed garage--
Worse than CO, tailpipe-fed, in your lungs lodged.

Her heavier-than-air releases are not screamers,
Silent, little old lady who's passin' beaners.
When she is around, your eyes will smart;
You need airers when colon lets go bull-strength fart.

It's the little old lady's rump passin' beaners.

You take a sniff--it ain't sweet; smells like politics now
(Blow-fanny, blow-fanny, blow-fanny blow.)
It's a 4-bean whiff; you say, "Who's shittin' bricks now?!!"
(Blow-fanny, blow-fanny, blow-fanny blow.)
You'll have to open a window sooner or later
If you can't get your hands on an ass-smell aerator.

And everybody's sayin' that nobody cuts the cheese
Like the little old lady passin' SBDs.
When she is around, your eyes will smart;
You need airers when colon lets go bull-strength fart.

It's the little old lady passin' SBDs.

No, there is no warning tweet when she let's loose, sir. . .
(Blow-fanny, blow-fanny, blow-fanny blow.)
Of old saw redolent: "like crap through a goose," sir!
(No, granny, no, granny, no, granny, no!)
There's writhin' on your face, you start to frown
As you whiff rotten eggs; the stench knocks you down.

Her heavier-than-air releases are not screamers,
Silent, little old lady who's passin' beaners.
When she is around, your eyes will smart;
You need airers when colon lets go bull-strength fart.

It's the little old lady who's passin' beaners

Blow-fanny, blow-fanny, blow-fanny blow.
Fanny-blow!
No, granny, no, granny, no, granny , no!
Granny, no! . . .