John's gets me farting
But I yen for some more
It rattles through my buns and ev'ry gland
Bawlin' songs from crunchy bites
Evokin' a menacin' roar
And it is ever grow'n'
Till heard across the land

'Tis round, this tasty bounty
A pie that squawks and shouts
With a craving I can't hide
I'm hooked, I pant
By noon the itch to taste this fare
Is all too great to doubt
Though it was always prone
To send a hellish chant

Squalls exhausted smelly gas
A flame lit up the town
The discharge swelled intensely
Spelling doom
And there was no plan around
That could trap or tame it down
It was never shown
Who'd sprayed these ghoulish fumes