She's passing wind.
Ate some beans.
She strains the seams
On her jeans.
I took her to Boston,
And now everybody can tell
That she's got more gas
Than Exxon or Mobil or Shell.

I feel the stench on my face.
She's standing close to me.
I've got tears in my eyes.
I can hardly breathe.
Just a fool to stand near
When she's cutting the cheese.
She's passing wind.

I look towards her
And all I see
Is a big brown cloud
That's rising like steam.
Should I embarrass myself?
It's not very smart
Being with her when
She's letting ... go.

I can't take her anyplace.
Nobody likes the smell.
Last week we were banned
From the Taco Bell.
Just a fool to stand near
When she's eaten so well.
She's passing wind.