Smell's alright, though a bit stoolish,
Smell's alright, slight reeking, though,
Like rotting bream not a dish of new fish,
Smells like shite, not toilette eau.

CHORUS:
Smells like shite, smells like shite!
Now nose knows it ain't rose, toes, or cordite.
Smells like shite, smells like shite!
Nose knows aroma's gross--it's working right.

Smells like shite, now nose is working,
Smells like shite or reeking bay.
It's a stoolish rip holding steady,
And its wafting right this way.

CHORUS

Quell that light, because it's fuelish!
Quell that light now, you bozo!
Sorry if I sound cruelish and mulish,
But a strike might make it blow.

Quell that light, quell that light!
'Cause match-meets-methane is an ugly sight.
Quell that light, quell that light!
Flammable flatulence--we're in deep shite.!