SPOKEN OPENING LINE, LIKE A RADIO ANNOUNCEMENT:
"And that worst blow, it measured three point nine, precisely."


The day my ass caught fire
We stood outside the town, with maaaatches
Who knew a single burst
Would cast my fellas, to the groooound

The gas inside my rear
Was roaring like a bear
My horn began to blow
Well, I´m called Jericho

But it was just a breeze
I was gonna cut more cheese, I kneeeew it
My buddies honked like geese
I sighed and told´em "please, step baaaack"

The torch it job was theirs
They shook like Britney Spears
I held back more than tears
A fart I saved for seven years

Fun for the guys, was gas on fire
Fun for the guys, was gas on fire
Fun (fun)
Fun (fun)
Fun (fun)
Ran did the guys, my ass caught fire
Ran did the guys, my ass caught fire
Not (not)
So (so)
Fun (fun)

My foresight wasn´t bright
Illuminated blight´s, all oooover
From beans and garlic pie
Birds fell down from the sky, and diiiied

Believe me when I say
"May-" was the word that day
My buddies´ all still pale
I blew the Richter scale, away

Ran did the guys, my ass caught fire
Ran did the guys, my ass caught fire
Not (not)
So (so)
Fun (fun)
Run for your life, if asses catch fire
Run for your life, if asses catch fire
Shun! (run)
Shun! (run)
Shun! (run)