Some folks are born made to cut the cheese,
Ooh, they stink like a loo,
And when a man says "Who blew that smell?",
Ooh, and everyone leaves the room, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ate no beans on a bun, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no flatulent one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born chili spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when you sleep in the same room at night,
Lord, the house stink-a like a sewage pail, yah,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ate no chili on a bun, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no flatulent one, no,

Some folks will say that "beans, beans, and beans,
Ooh, they are the magical fruit, Lord,"
And when you ask them, "How much did you eat?"
Ooh, "the more you eat the more you toot! yoh,"

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ate no peppers on a bun, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no flatulent one, no,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no flatulent one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I got no flatulent bum, no no no,