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Song Parodies -> "My Nasty Butt Let One Fly"

Original Song Title:

"Miss American Pie"

Original Performer:

Don McLean

Parody Song Title:

"My Nasty Butt Let One Fly"

Parody Written by:

Nala Butt

The Lyrics

An Ode to the craziness of all the brothers who engaged in fart contests, many years ago, and argued about who's was the nastiest.
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember,
How that madness used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
I’d make some nasty flatulance,
And maybe, make them smell it for a while.

But dinner time would make me shiver
With every plate that Mom delivered,
Bad news there in plain sight.
I couldn’t take one more bite.

I can’t remember if I cried,
But I hated beans, especially fried.
But I dreamed of something deep inside,
A smell, like something died.

When My My Nasty butt lets one fly,
I'll make 'em sniff it, even if it,
Brings a tear to their eyes.
And it'll smell so bad that everybody will cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

My brother had a smelly butt
And he'd kick our butts with his Hairy Butt Cuts
At least, he would tell you so.
But to me that name was just a rhyme
Cuz his farts smelled only half the time
And he never, ever made me say "OoooH NooooO!!!"

But he worked that hype for all he was worth,
Claimin' his farts were the worst on earth.
But when I kicked off my shoes,
Man, I made him sing the blues.

But I would plan and scheme for the right food mix
A funky brew that would make ‘em sick.
Then finally I hit on a fix,
For a smell, like something died.

I started singin’,
My My Nasty Butt will let fly,
I'll make 'em sniff it, even if it,
Brings a tear to their eyes.
And it'll smell so bad that everybody will cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten days I concocted my brew,
After I saw our puppy make her backyard poo,
And I wondered how that came to be.
In the fridge I found some spoiled meat,
And I threw in some borrowed doggie treats,
And Quaker Oats to clog me up, Oooowheeee!

Oh, and while me and the boys were dealin' Hearts,
I blasted my first mephitis fart!
"Knock it OF!" they screamed!
It was the foulness of my dreams!

Then I guzzled down some week old milk,
Some Ex-Lax made it flow like silk,
I’d repulse them and their entire ilk,
With the smell, like something died.

They would be singing,
Oh My his Nasty Butt let one fly,
He made us sniff it, even if it,
Brought a tear to our eyes.
And it smelled so bad, it made us all cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

Brother, Sister, even the neighbor's mutt
Could not escape from my rancid cuts.
Eight miles out they smelled my gaaaaaaaaaaassss.
It landed foul on the schoolyard grass.
The teachers tried to escape, alas.
The contaminated area, was too vaaast.

Now the polluted air was foul perfume,
As I spewed about my rancid doom!
They called for an ambulance,
Oh, but they never had a chance!
Even the neighbors found no redolence,
My nasty farts made 'em scale the fence,
Do you recall the air made dense,
By a smell, like something died?

They started singing,
"My My his Nasty Butt let one fly,
He made us sniff it, even if it,
Smelled to heaven high.
And it smelled so bad, it made everyone cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there they were all in one place,
My stench had laid the land to waste
And I revved up to fart again.
So come out Jackie, even tho it's too dang hot!!
My vile butt cuts you're gonna sniff a lot!!!
It's time for all of you to meet your end!!

Oh, and as I watched them wrench and roll,
My devastation took its toll.
Nothing in heaven or hell,
Could tolerate that smell!

And as the flames climbed high into the night,
To light my malodorous rite,
I laughed with uncontrolled delight,
About the smell, like something died!

And I was singing,
My My Nasty Butt let one fly,
I made em sniff it, even if it,
Smelled up to heaven high.
And it smelled so bad, it made everyone cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she threw up and ran away.
I let go a few farts more,
Put folks in the hospital by the score,
In the hazmat ward they deconned all my spray.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The neighbors cried, as their guts they heaved.
Not a word was spoken;
Their spirits all were broken.
Then we knew it was an idle boast:
My brother's farts didn't sniff the most,
His claim to fame was now made toast,
By my smell, like something died.

And they were singing,
Oh My his Nasty Butt let one fly,
He made us sniff it, even if it,
Brought a tear to the eye.
And it smelled so bad, it made everyone cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
Oh My his Nasty Butt let one fly,
He made em sniff it, even if it,
Smelled up to heaven high.
And it smelled so bad, it made everyone cry,
Screamin' "This’ll be the day that I die."
Copyright 2008, Alan Davis

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Tommy Turtle - September 23, 2009 - Report this comment
Good concept -- always a popular topic here -- and some funny lines. But other than the lines kept or copied from the OS, more than half were off-pace (didn't sing to the original, # of syllalbes mismatched.) Much as I hate to do it, guess will have to plug TT's Tips for Perfect Parody Pacing one more time, before Yahoo Geocities closes down and it gets moved -- possibly to inthe00s.

http://www.geocities.com/tommythedancingturtle/Pacing_Page_1.html

The simple method there would have given you a sure-fire winner, especially for a new writer. Vote: 254. Nail the pacing, and maybe try this same concept again? (Ask Mark Scotti about that, if he sees this.) Welcome to AIR, and would you please remain downwind at all times? :)
Christie Marie M - September 23, 2009 - Report this comment
Smelling some 5's! Creative use of toilet humor there!
2Eagle - September 24, 2009 - Report this comment
Have you ever heard the crepatation contest on Dr. Demento? That tops it.
Hutt Butt - July 05, 2010 - Report this comment
Historically incorrect and inaccurate. Jackie is still alive and well. Besided, EVERYONE knows that Hutt Butt Cuts RULE!!!
Niv Snivs - November 26, 2011 - Report this comment
No Way Boo Boo...this song parody whips a mess!

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