There's a farter in the car, he's such a poop-box,
Who molests with funky gastrics so pee-yew.
You can't hear the fine ejections out his forter,
It's just bloody awful strong, what can you do?

It's too rude, make funky stinky you can't counter,
Breakin' wind outbound from wood squeezed is a pain.
Halt your bottom pushin', now boy, wait 'til we're gone,
What's in your can's not glade mist, it offends.

Who cut the cheese? I need floor seventeen,
It's not argon, it's not radon, it's not clover.
Please, mister, please, better check your cuisine,
There is something awful wrong in your rear end.

What it was that climbed that your behind expelled through?
Can't get far away, you're much too close to me.
It's not fair that you just cannot make your ass chill,
What you're leavin's cause for great intensity.

Just a guess who's cuttin' cheese and it's not cheddar,
'Cause what you left, that's hidden deep in your behind.
Way remote there is a sorry gaseous mixture,
And it's strong and staying steady and confined.

Who cut the cheese? I need floor seventeen,
It's not argon, it's not radon, it's not clover.
Please, mister, please, better check your cuisine,
There is something awful wrong in your rear end.