I feel the burps move each time I eat,
They'll soon apply a rumblin' sound,
A meal will start tart assemblin',
That I can't keep down.

Brown gravy, that I feed my face,
Swallow though my mouth portray.
It's parking, as my glands sweat,
Will book into a gaseous spr-ay-ay.

I feel the surge through belches and bleats,
I can't deny what goin' on,
It burns up hard charged chem-ic-al-ly,
Whenever food aboun-oun-ounds.

Some Carling®, if you beer me,
Comes a rendering hurricane.
I know that, my emissions,
Are something that can't be contained.
Robust gas will blast you, gravely.
Urp-up, urp, urp-up, urp, blah-ah.

I ate some wurst once bought on the street,
It turned the sky a purple-brown, a plum colored brown,
Responders first were forced to retreat,
And code comply was summoned down, were troubled and frowned.

They called the food patrol,
And then they seized my roll.
It smelled like rotten mold,
All over, all over, all over, all over.

A hazmat suit donned head to my feet,
As all these guys made troublin', a troublin' sounds.
They feared my burps would blow down the street.
I feel the rise a settlin', a settlin' down.
A settlin' down,
A settlin' down,
A settlin' down,
Settlin' dow-ow-own...