Poor Old Fartin' Fool

From: Pig Vomit

What crawled up your ass and died she asked
As we neared our first embrace
I had to let loose I know I was wrong
It was not the time or place
It stunk like hell, we nearly fell on odor deadly for sure
But I had to fart, my ass comes first and for this I have no cure.

I'm a poor old fartin' fool, I always lose my cool
I always smell, my life is hell
Flatulence can be cruel
I tried to plug it up, stuck a cork up my butt
My efforts were to no avail
And now I see, I'll always be a poor old fartin' fool.

I hope some day the well runs dry and I'll be odor free
But the chili dogs, the pork & beans just keep callin' me.
If I had my way, I'd break wind all day
Locked up in my stinkin' room
Inhaling the fumes from my precious butt
Fartin' to my doom

I'm gonna cut one, stay away from me.
Save yourself fro the cloud surrounding me.

I'm a poor old fartin' fool, I always lose my cool
I always smell, my life is hell
Flatulence can be cruel
I tried to plug it up, stuck a cork up my butt
My efforts were to no avail
And now I see, I'll always be a poor old fartin' fool.

Keywords: pig, vomit, fart, flatulence