(she) :

Smellin' like potty
Makin' me blind
Poppin' a fart
Of the worst kind

Killin' the doves
Bucklin' the walls
Fumigate the kitchen
Fumigate the hall

Fart for fart's sake
My, how the ground shaked
Fart for fart's sake
Honey, for God's sake...

Did it in beddies
Smellin' like trash
Gas chockie bullets
Olfact'ry clash

Tarnished the silver
Troubled my soul
Stunk like Marillion
The neighbours all sold

Fart for fart's sake
Man, it smelled half-baked
Fart for fart's sake
Product of guts-ache

(he) :

Bow-els talk, a gifted duet
Bow-els talk, with glee
Any man can take pride in it
Honey, can't you see? I blow!

Gassin' right down, outta my shute
Chopped liver, ham's makin' me toot
Skilled aperture, never be mute!
Unforgiving!

Gonna break - get rid of that fan!
Fartin' loud's the mark of a man
Echoin' when I'm on the can
Sometimes deafens

(she) :

Didn't your mommy
Teach right/wrong to thee?
Banshee ablutions
Buryin' me

Farting's so juv'nile - the only thing worse
Is how we tell ya - in parody verse

(all join in for a rousing chorus) :

Fart for fart's sake
Methane-y milkshake
Fart for fart's sake
Honey for God's sake
Fart for fart's sake
Fodder for verse-break
Fart for fart's sake
Parody mis-take