[brief instrumental intro]

Got gas, butt knockin'
So foul that
You'll say "P.U.", sir
Displeasing
It smells like hell
Gonna make you, make you, make you nauseous

Explosions
Like fetid potions
Stink rising from my seat, yeah
It reeks, man, butt-cheeks releasing
Sure to make you, make you, make you nauseous

Cuttin' real gross farts
Awful, from the dregs
Smell is really vile
Just like something died there
gonna lose your dinner
Oh, P.U., it's vile, vile flatulation

So vile, might've stained my seat
butt sure does smell bad
might leave a streak
My fart's smell; not too swell
My gut will soon show some gross distension
Wretched fumes leak

It sure stinks, man
Stains on my seat
Those brown stains – sure reek
It's gross, man
Stinky, P.U.
A mistake to, breathe through, through your nostrils

It might do you harm
Sure to make you gag
You will lose your smile
It will foul your senses
Gonna lose your dinner
When your snoot whiffs my, my flatulation

You'll try, but you won't succeed
Cause through your nose hairs
That fart will sneak
That gross smell; just like hell
Won't want to smell my farts; awful stench, man

A pile of what I excrete
Will foul your nose hairs
Won't be a treat
From assh*le; sh*t does flow
Whole lotta crap comes down from my assh*le

Damn, it sure reeks!

[instrumentals out to end]

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, sh*t.)