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Flatulence breeds laughter Come smile with me, as I sing you a song; About God's little gift, to every man. For we all like to laugh and forget all our worries And we all like to laugh, whenever we can. At a worldwide problem which just can't be solved; Of epidemic proportions, it affects us all. It's the funniest thing known, but embarrassing too; But the louder the funnier, as long as it's not you. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, lahh! Who dropped that off? Who left us a present? Who smells that bad? Come on! Who the Hell is it? God **** that's bad, something smells like it's died. You filled my lungs with a sickness, you brought a tear to my eye; You made me wish I was a dog and I had no nose, Then when you'd tell them of my story, They'd say how does he smell? (shout) AWFUL! It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, lahh! Well it's time to end this song, With no more bad **** jokes in sight. It's time to wander on, With just a trumpety, trump; goodnight. (C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
Flatulence breeds laughter
Flatulence breeds laughter Come smile with me, as I sing you a song; About God's little gift, to every man. For we all like to laugh and forget all our worries And we all like to laugh, whenever we can. At a worldwide problem which just can't be solved; Of epidemic proportions, it affects us all. It's the funniest thing known, but embarrassing too; But the louder the funnier, as long as it's not you. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, lahh! Who dropped that off? Who left us a present? Who smells that bad? Come on! Who the Hell is it? God **** that's bad, something smells like it's died. You filled my lungs with a sickness, you brought a tear to my eye; You made me wish I was a dog and I had no nose, Then when you'd tell them of my story, They'd say how does he smell? (shout) AWFUL! It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart. It's flatulence! It's one big **** It's a stinky little number and it came from my **** It's flatulence! It's one big **** La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, La, lahh! Well it's time to end this song, With no more bad **** jokes in sight. It's time to wander on, With just a trumpety, trump; goodnight. (C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
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