Muley smell—
In the hallways it's rife.
I'm wishing nose had a suture.
Stooly smell—
Someone a movement make?
I sense a stain on haute couture.

Evil smell—
Some giant steps I'll take.
Euw! and Phew! I've got to go away.

Baked. . .baked-beans smell—
I've got to move away,
For my sorry nose.

Owner of a ghostly fart (2x)
Who let it out, who's
Owner of a loathsome fart? (2x)

Say, who dropped this rancid
Scourge that we all abhor?

Was no POW!
It leaked out, toward the sky,
Then it wafted up, was floating
Goose-loosened smell.
Oh, who's the sh!t-reek make?
It is cheesy and revolting.
Cheese-pork smell
Has passed through some twill pants,
But whose? It's an SBD.

Owner of a ghostly fart (2x)
Who let it out, who's
Owner of a loathsome fart? (2x)

Owner of a ghostly fart

Ghastly, this blown explosion,
To contuse the nose—blown out is a loathsome fart.
Some bum has been stench-venting, and ill are all.
From back end the scent did go
And upward it did creep—grossness from a loathsome fart.
This ventilation does appall—oh no!!

Fumes from the nates, reek effusion,
An ill tide, the loathsome fart--grossness from a loathsome fart.
That butt, don’t light; it will ignite
And will rip the room apart—’plosion of a ghostly fart,

Don’t relieve your reek wind at all. . .
We’ll receive it!!