Putrid, choked from the blow, give me some fresh air flow,
That one was really tart, oow wee.
Putrid, burning my eyes, smells like "Lord of the Flies",
Who cut that rancid fart, not me.

Hey, really hate to bother you, won't no one confess,
The last one says he smells it, that's the one made the mess.
So would you please do something we can't coexist,
Please cease and desist.

So putrid, choked from the blow, give me some fresh air flow.
That one was really tart, oow wee, my olfactory.
Putrid, burning my eyes, smells like "Lord of the Flies",
Who cut that rancid fart, not me.

So putrid is this fellow and his fart storm you see,
I think I may be injured way down internally.
I know that with a few of us his ass we can seal,
Before the paint peels.

So putrid, choked from the blow, give me some fresh air flow.
That one was really tart, oow wee, my olfactory.
Putrid, burning my eyes, smells like "Lord of the Flies",
Who cut that rancid fart, not me.

So putrid, don't get near me,
Smellin' you, who needs you.