Every night in my bed
I hear you, I feel you
That's how I know that smell can't be me
You Fart across the bedsheets
I just cleaned them last week
I ask why, and this is your reply to me:
"I'll fart wherever I like
But I know that me Farts will go On"
Once more, and your straight out this door
Yet I know that your farts will, your farts will go on and on
Love can touch us one time
But this is the last time
You spoil the moment when you break wind
I beg, I plead, but you cut the cheese
On my knees begging this torture to stop
That's the last straw, pack your bags and go
You're not here means your farts will
Your fart's will never go on
You are not here, there's nothing I fear
I can smell, instead of gas, my pot pourri
I'll stay, forever this way
'Coz I know that your farts are, your farts have just gone away...