DESCRIPTION:
Written by Malcolm Sailor. Copyright 2013
featuring Fifi laPoo on vocals

Lyrics:
If you like me
(and you do)
If you'd like to
follow through
If you think I'm
rather fine
There's a stink you're
gonna find

You may fancy
me that way
But it's chancy
let me say
I can't restrain try
as I may
My spicy methane
gas bouquet

My farts are just
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
Those wretched gusts,
Those poopy thrusts
of air will waft your way
If you're disgusted
Or remain nonplussed,
bowel gas is gonna spray.
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay

Your eyes may deem me
stunning, yes
Dreamy, steamy
in excess
But eyes are blind to
odours rank
Your nose may find too
much my stank

Your ears may find my
voice sublime,
But ears don't mind
odours, I'm
Warning your sense
olfactòry
My butt's a real smell
factory

My farts are just
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
Those wretched gusts,
Those poopy thrusts
of air will waft your way
If you're disgusted
Or remain nonplussed,
bowel gas is gonna spray.
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay