I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from smell of your butt, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of methane turns too fart.

Listen to me fart
When i'm calling to you.
Listen to me fart
There's nothing else you can do.
I don't know why i'm smelly
And well listen please,
listen to me fart
Before i eat some more beans.

Sometimes i wonder i you will pull my finger.
The funny moments are all lost in the pride, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
The feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
That want to be heard.
they live in my be-hind
But they cant find the words.
The scent of magic,
The beauty that's been
When love was wilder than breaking wind.