He’s so fluffy,
Duffy,
puffy,
My little doggie!

He lets me hug him,
Cuddle him!


Ǔ̠͚̲̤̰̮͊̓̽̌̐͘͟͞͝n̷̡̛̮̭͎͍͑̎̀͌̋̉̚l̸̨̼͈̪̦͙̽̍͌̾͘i̵̘̪̝̦̜̲̒̒̅͋͗̒­̄͞͝k̸͓͚͓̭͎͙̟͔̎̉̌͗̒͗̒̒̾̚͢e̫͎̦̤̼̯̋̈́̓̓̃̎͜ y̵̢̛̦̰̯͕̱̤̫̍̒̀̾͒͌͌̓͡ọ̸̡̤̹̠̝̃͒̏̕͞͞ų̷͈͉̜͚̘͎͓̔̊͆̓̃͐̄͢.


He’s so great to hug and cuddle,
He tries to resist, but after some rebuttal,
He gives in!


Ṯ̱͓͎̻͔̤͇̭́̏̅̊̚ͅh̴̨͈̮̟̞̜͇̟̞͗̌̂̂̽̇͞ǒ̸̰̘̦̘̪̹̟̺̂̅̉̕͞͠ự̖̣̥͍̙̫̆̓̈­́̀g̗̥̱̱̤͕͚͇̩̰̐̐͐͂̈̉̃̇h̵̡̨̘̖͇̞͗͂͒̉͌̽̍̚,̸̯͍͖̦̤̙̆̋͌̍̀̄̔͢͡ͅ e̱̤̩͕̤̝̞̰͕̦͑͛̀̄͑̔̅v̴̡̤̘̜͚̮͍̠̏͒̒͠͞ȩ̭̩͕̦̺͐̾̈͊̔̓̿͆̽͢͠ͅņ̵̮͔͙̭͎̺̥̾̍̒͐̔­͋̚ į̵̡̝̪̤̼̖̜̟̀̊̊̄̂̋͌f̧̬̝̦̙̠̠͈̾͒̃́̏̚͟͡͞ ḩ̴̣̹͇̞͖̮̒̄̓̀͝͞ȩ̶̲̻̪͕̖̱͉̮̰̾̎̉͋͒́͘͠ ą͇̹̰͇̳͖̪̅̑̉̓̑͜͟c͍̼̮͓̘͓̀̅͋̍̂t͇̬̤̗̥͔̜̲̖̎͋̈̀͟͠͡s̴̨̭̩̟̠̩̾͗́̚͟͢͞͞ ḱ̸͙̲̜͇͉͔̺͍̙̏̎̊͑̔͝͡͠ͅi̸͉̭͍͇̠͚̓̌̑̎̌͠͠n̼̞̰͈͑͒̍̈̓͜͠d̡̢̰̯̗͓̺͈̘̯̓̿̄͗̽̿̆­̕͡,̶̞̮̘̯͖̜̓̓̐̒̅͜͟͜
̶̢̨͈̱̺̻̳̞̝̋́̑̀̅͞ͅǍ̷͓̞͉͉̦̿͗̍͠͡͡f̨͔̗̘͕͓̺̍̒̐̊͂͌̆͜­t̷̢̥̮̳͙̭̺̏͋͂́͌̋́͊̑e̡̛̼̠͖͖͑͋̏͝ŗ̮̮̫̺̤̠͇̤̞͊̓͌̀̕ ä̛̜̥̜̫̞͍̣̝̗́̀̓̉̾͆͝ͅ w̵̨̨̗̳̪̞̼̓̉̀͗̐̾̚͜͞͝h̤͇̖͉̣̒̈́̑̇̒͐̂̉͛͢͞ȋ̶̢̡̫͚̪̓́́̔̃͜͜l̵̢̛̼̲̱͍͎̼͇̯̥͌­͋̈́̿̚ẻ̱̬̤͔̻̹͒̃̄͊̊̌͘͘,̨̳̱̼͈̃̐̓̑͠͝
̨̛̫̹͍̯̰̰̞̂̃͗̄̕J̨̰͍͕̣͇͇͙͇̬́̎̒̓̈̔͘­͡ȕ̲̗̬̦̲̟̱̈̂̕͝s̡̨̨̱̱̤̰̼̽͐̇̑̎̍͂̾͆͜ţ̶̛̭͚̤͕̜̈́̃͗̍̊̽ l̡̧̰̞̮̤̞̀̄̀̋̓͢ì̷̡̛͍̠͕̭̞̺̝̑̑̉̂̽͆͢͢k̴̼͖̬͖̜̟̰͍͑͊̏̓̀̓͑͂͘͘͟ë̴͕̞͈͈̋̿̌̈́­̔̆͆̑͟͝ y̶̡̝̱̹̗͍̗̝̤͔̌̽̆͒̄̓̕ö͖̦̥̰͎͒̃̉̓͞u̗͉͉͋͋̈̋̚͢ͅ a̸̧̫̣̠̔̌̃́̓̌́̇́͡ͅs̶̢͇̺͖͎̰̗͋̔̓́̕ş̨̨͍̙̯̓͊͐̇͌́̔͟h̵̭̹̫̠̫͎̦̃̇̓͆̎̓̅͌́͘ó­̢͚͍͈͌̑̋͐̈́͢ḷ̴̢̮̬̹̤̍͆̒̋̾͒̑̐̑̌ẻ̷̡̮̦̗̹͉̦͒̅͛̆̕s̢̛̫͕̫͖̋̃̓̐͠,̘̻̳͔̱͗̄̏̀́­
̪̩̠͔̦͋̍͒͛̈́̆̈͋̓̕͜͟Ḫ̷͖̘̯̑͌͛̈́́̿̎̑͜͢e̴̡̯̪̪͈͙͕̜̍̐̄͛̎̅̈́͡͝ l̷̡̥̺̼̪̇͆̋̇͋̽̂͋̚e̢̗̙̺̫̽̍̑͡͡ͅȁ̸̡̛̛̯̺̞̹̠͂͛̆̕͘͜v̶̧̧̜͉̼̝̼̈͗͐̔͛̂͌͒͡͡ę̴­̳͍̪͉̌̒͌͂̃̿͊s̸̰͉̩̲̳͎̃̿̇̌͐͋͠ m̷͔̻̯͇̙̤̟̭̈́͒̎̓̔͛͟͡e̶̢͖̬͎̎͒̂̉̔̈̈̍̑̀͟ a͔͚̟͇͉͂̆̒̅̄͒̍̉̀͝l̝̩̻͕͎͇̪̙͊͛͊͑̉͆̽̽̕ǫ̧̡̲͉̥͍̙̑̒̽̓̒̓̕͟͝͠ṉ̶̺͙̪̮̩͓̭̓͊̈̍­̊̋̈̚͜͝ę̪͙̲̥̪͂̅̃́͌̏̏,̛͓̦̰͚̠̿͌͂́͟
̷̨̙͓̥̮͍̼͊̃̐́̋̍̀͠C͇͎̙̤̜̝̪̀͊̐̇̂͒̈̉ò­̴̧̭͍̟̺̜̣̹̭̲̇͋͂̆͒̔̽͝l̢̢̼͕̘̻̱͉͈̺̽̂͗̄́̕d̶̛͇̼͕͕̩̋̌̽̂͊̍͋ t̟̫͕̗̄̓̉̆̉̀͟ó͈̞̼̣͎̩̗̝͌̿͌̾͘͜ͅ ť̵̯̝̙̰̼̏́̐̊̿͘͟h̡̰̰͔̜̗͉̻͓͈͆͆̐̿͒͛͘͝ė̢̧̢̩̖̦͉̼̂̒̉̔̾͗̀͠͝ b͕͍̭̩̝̪̋̽̑͋̀̒̈́͒o̴͉̠̮̲͔͉̙͆̃̈́́̽̇̕n̻͓̤͖̟̱̠͗̔̅̈͛́̽̏̈̀͢͜ě̴̦̪̬̦̩̻̩̞̅͗­͌͂̽̍͘,̶̲̹͓̟̖̝͙͙̯͎́̃̉͌̂̉̃̽̓̕
̖̰͍̟̹͛͗̏̊̾́͆̉̚͢ͅB̸͉̘̝͔͚̬́͗̆̅͐͢͢ù̷̥̮͇̗­̰͚͑̉̑͊̂́͢͜͠͞t̛͇̟̲̟̭̯̐͑̿͐̌̒̂͑̇ͅ Į̠̞͇̗̗̂̿͗̋̑̚ a̺̱̟̩̙͌̓́̿̔̀ļ̲̯̟̳̂̂̂̌̄͋̅̍͡͠r̫̼̙̤̪͉̮̣͔̟̀̐̈̕͠e̷̫̮̬̜̘̭̱̠͙͇͗̋̉̒̀̎̚͝à̵­̹̟̜̮̳̯̂̑̂͗d̸̥͇̯̘͖̮͉̂̎̎͐̎̓̔̕̕͜͢͟ỹ̭̞͚̺̗̩̀͒̑̅̕͡ k̶̹̖͔͎̳̂̌̅̌̊̌͌͘n̨͈͕̬̺̤͉͈̠̠̂͊͊͐̿̍́̓͘o͔̮̼͍̦̱̝͊͆̊̾̆͜͞w̴̨̩̘͔̭͎̰̍̑̑͌̆̄­̀̕͟n̪̭̫̦̤͈͓̊̾̓̓͐.̶̪͎̯͈̜̗͓͗̔͑̐̔͠


He’s so warm, and fluffy,
He’s my little doggie buddy!


Ḃ̟͓͇̬͛̋͟͝͡ű̷͇̞̟̘̜͓̮̮͓͙̆̓̊̽͛ṭ̵̩̭͊̏̿͊̂͂́͌͟͜͢͞ ḩ̛̦̗͉̈́͊̔͆̂̽́̇͘͢ë̡̮̘̱̳̤͙̳͇̟́͒̀́̍’̶̨̙̤͇̱̹͓͌͒̒̄͐̏̏͢͢͡ͅş̸̨̢̛̘̜̰͊̂̀̾͊­̈́̚͜͡ 1̸̡̛̮͔̮̙̭͙̠͕̙̽̐͊͗͆̍̌̕0̬̫̯̟̮̦̌̓̉͂̉̉̑̇̒̍͟ y̢̩̖͎̤̌̑̊́̀̾͆e̬̥͍͚̤̯̰̫͉̮̋͆̅̉̊̌͑̊̄a͚̺̺̰͎͇̪͈̓͛̌͒͘ṙ̴̡̞̯̯͚̗͒̈͒͐͗ͅs̜̲̞­͔͖̏́͒̌͂̉̈̾́͘͜ͅͅ o̷̙̭̯͕͖̅͗̍̊̒̂̓̕͠l̵̡͚̝̼̼̺̲̑͂̌̌͡ͅd̢̗̰̖̟͗̊̀́̾́̚͘͜,̣̹̩̘̝̾͐͒̓̆̚̚ a̵̩̬͖͖̫͇̫̩͒̽́̍̈́̊̄͐̄͞ṅ̸͓͓̰͇͔͌̔̃͟͜͠͝͡͠d̶͔̤͙̙̙̥͎̙̬̉̏̈́̇̅̊͌͛͟͠ w̶̡̧͇̳̘͕̳͕͗̅́̈̽͊͞ͅͅi̬̙̦͍̮̯͑̌̓̋͑̋̎͝l̴̺̝̠̻͔̬̪͔̱̩͌̊͂̽̚͞͠l̵̨̢̠̜̳̩̥̞͚̋­͛̄͊́̑̽͂̈́͟ d̶̩̳̣̭̣̰̐̓̋̎̃͌͐̾̈́̎͢i̵̢̢͙̞͎͙͉͛̎͆̐̀͆̀͗̃̚ẽ̸͍̪̞̯̳͍͕̗̃̀̏̑̄͊͠͡ ş̷̨͙̹̝̭̞̀̋̒̿̆ǫ̣̘̬̗̙̤̣͋͆͗̾̐̽͟͞ò̴̢̟͔̖̻̯̱̈́̓́͠͝ñ̴̮̙̱̜̲̻̹̺̓̋̕͞,̢̛̥̮̩̭­̗́͊̚͢͠͠
̧͙̗̹̮̜̋͐̄͑̊̇̆͑̕E̥͇̱̭̠̺͔͓͐̑̈́̾̀̂̉͝ͅv̡͕͍̣̬̖͚̑͒̒̔͊̉͗͘ͅe͉̼̝̟̩­͉͙̓̑͋̇̾̏̓̇̂̕ṋ̤̱̪̫͔̂͂͋̅͠͞ t̤͉̩͔̪̩͚͔́̇̎̐͡ͅō̵͉̯̪̼̳͈̉͋̅͜͝͝ t͕͕̜̯̬̳̔̌̈͂̌̍͢͠͠h̞̠̳̭̩͙̪̙͗͗̄̓́̑a̤̣̲̲̬̥͔̱̱͇͗̈̀̈́̒̂͊̚̕t̵̢̡͓̜̺̓͐̂͛̓̉­̅́̚͢,̴̨̢̩͈̟̻͓̍̏̓̃̍͞ İ̼̠̫̞́̿̀͜͟͝’̛̛̖͉̬͉̖̎̏̇̒͟͞͝m̘̻͔̗͓̺͎̌̏̃̄͆̕͢͢ n̹͕̳̬͉̆̀͐̽̆̍͡ͅǫ̸̡͚͈̩̯̪͗̆͂̓̆͐͐͞ͅt̷͖͚̜͎̥̦̯͋̆͌̐͘͢ i̛̯̻̰̖͇̓̑͌̈́̽̃̕͘͞ͅm̷̧̬̻͎̲͈͙̹̙͛̿̆̆̋͟m̼̩͉̭̮̥̝̹̬̊̑͆̈̋́̽͒͠ư̷̫͈͇̞̻͉̦̓̈­́͋̉̒͘ṇ̵̞͈̘̹̼̌̋̚͜͞͠e̢̛̲̱̟̟͐͆͆̋̾̏.̸̡̡͕̜̗͚͌͆̈́̈́͗́̎͜.̥̻͍̻̫̩̳̆͑̈́̋́͢͝­.̡̢̡̜̗̖̹̲͈̈́̊̇̿̚ͅ
̧̞̭̬͖̪̐̊͐͆̐́́͞͠ͅĻ̴͚̗̖̳̰̞͚̫̽͐͗̀̾̋̌͘̕͟ḛ̵̛̖̤̺̰̘̅̓̓­̕͘͢͠ͅa̵̬̳̹̼͈͉͎͎̞̭̐̂̀͑͊v̷͍̭͙̹̠̊̓̓͗̄̈̃̓͢͝i̵͍̤̭̫̿̎͑̒̈́̑̚͘͟n̵̼̳͇̞̝̒̓̌­̓͐̽̉̕͟͡ǵ̗̻̗͇͔͕͗̎̈̑̅̉̽̌͝ m̵͇̖̞̤̪̖̺͖̽̆̾̎̀̑̀͘͜ę̪̠̥͓͎̘͇͑̊͊̀̉̀͗̂̕ͅ e̱͇̱̮̜͇͙̬͐̎̋̇̕v̢̛͓̘̻͔̱̮͈͛̇̉̽̉͐̍̚͢ě̶̼̫̜͇̙̖̜̩͉̉̊́͢͠n̵͍͎̖̪̮̺̲͋̆̽͂͌̃́­̃͊͢ ḿ͍̙͇̖̘̔̀͊̑̓̉̚̕̚ô̴̘̥͍̹͖͈̠̌́͒̃̒̿͋r̡̼̣̗̭͕̹̽̀̃̉̔̅͜͝ḙ̸̩̝̬̖͛̀̌͑͘ l̗͓͍̻̹̙̗̥͂̏́̀̀̌̃ò̴̢̢͎͎̠̫̲̣͉̆̿͋͜͝n͓͈̞̘͕̱͇̞̈̽͆́̽͡e̸͍̩͈̝̱͌̈̏͋̐̆̈͞l̵̨­̛̬̟̤̝͎̱͇̅̈́̓͛̐̉̄̕͠y͓̬͍̞͚̅̊̍̌̽̉̀͢͟͠ͅ t̤͖͇̬̃̈̋͊͢͜͠ĥ̴̨̯̻̪̭̪̬̯̍͆͋̐͗͆̍͟å̟̼̙̘̠͑̾̎̃̃̌̀͊͂n̛͉̘̬̞̪͈̏̿̽͐̉̅͘̕ Į̛̺̟̯͖̻̐̂̐̋ ã̩͖̰̗̤̙̒̀͋̏̅͟͞l̸̛̲̼̥̩̩̯̈͗̾̾̄̓́̕͝r̷̤̲͍̺̪̻̾͊̂̀͐͗̾̚͟ḙ̶̛̼͖̪͚́͂̅̐ȧ̸̭͓̙­̞̳͇̯̣̳̽̓̎̂ͅḑ̴̨̧̪̼̥̭͕͍̗̈̔̆̈̇̔͌̓̉ỳ̠͉͇͈̬̑̊̾̌̕͜͢͢ a̧̜̗͈̤̅̽̆̍͂͘̕͡m͓͍͇͙̺̈́͆̂͌͗,̨̻̣̮̥̳̆͛͐̈́́̉̈́͆͡͠
̶̛͔̞̦̗̦̱͆̅̿̍̈́̇̐͘I̘­̹̫̼̲̣̠̫̟͛͊̓̉̂’̢̩̹̫̥̣̳́̆͑͆̕l̢̡̡̖͕͕̱̗̼̅̆͑̔̽͂̚͜͝l̢͙̩̖͗̓̒͂͜͡ b̸̠̝̝̜̗̯͆̃̎͐͊̈͌͌ë̡̥̜̻̯̇̔̽͝ s̸̹̹̪̱̹͕͉̦̙͈͒̋̋̂̚̚t̶̬͎̯̯̩̱͍͒͌͐̑̈̈́̍͋̕ͅǘ̵̥͕̯̙̠͙͙̊͌͛͞ͅc̸̞͖̺̙̝̪̼͎̣̀̿­̄̑̓̈́̀̈k̩̪̺̺̦͎̃̊̔̈́̊̊̀,̨̨̳̰̻̰̹̅̄́͒̿ i̡͍̗̞͙̹̟͊̓̀͌̀̎̏̚͘͜ņ̶͕͙͔̫̻͕̮̱́̇͌́̃̏̍̃ e̛̹̮̗̖͇͎͛̔̑̇͗̕͘̕͞ͅt̸̡̧̰͈͔̙̩͓͆̄̄̿͛͑̽̚͠ͅẻ̶̛̮̬̝̰̗̠̀́͋͆͒͡ŕ̵͓̫̠̻̖̘͉͂̉͑­̒n̷̙̼̣̖̺͖̯̘͊̆̂͌̃͞ą̛̳̗̼̩̳͉̓̍̊̍́̚͢͠l̸̼̭̪̩͚̩̮̰͚͖̉͋͊̌̃̍̄̔͞ ḩ̛̯̤̪͔̘̙̝͍̣͌̄̓̏͘e̴̡̨͚̻̻̦̗͐̉͑̉̄̾͋͛͠ͅl̷̤̙͓̹͔͕̒͌̓̇̕ͅl̸̢̻̪̘̮̹̜͙̎̑̅̈̈̀­̏̑͞,̶̧̧̬̙̰͔̪̝͎̽́͗̄̀ͅ
̶͎͚̯̫͍̝̭̪̈́̑͒͑̂͝W̡̭̮̺͍͉͙͛̈̇̔͐͌̍̌͘i̬̥̮̗͉͖͈̗̓̀­͐̑͛̀̿̄t̵̢̹̹̞̣͓͑͋͐̑̄̆͂̕͟͜͢͠͝h̶͉̭̖͕͎̮͑̀̌̂͋͞o̯̭̥̙̭͒͂̅̓́́̓̏̀̕ṳ̶̢͓̺̟̙̞­͊̆́͒̃t͖͇͍̹̞̋̈́̏̋͛͆̑̚͝ ť̷̨͍͔̪̮̹͎͕͓̄̂͐̌́̏͞h̵̢͈͉̯͓̯̾͌̏́͐̚͡e̵͎̫̝̰̬̤̐̌͑̿̈̈͆͠ c̷̨̞̮̱͒̿̍͌̈́͢ͅọ̵̢̜͉̺̳̙̩̍̄̋̎́̕͢͡m̧̢͙̙̦̥͍̐͗̃̐̀̓f̝͇̻̞̝̩͙̱̰͂͗̽͑͐̈́ͅo̧­̝̥̥͆͆̇͋̀̋̎͢͟ŗ̵̢̙͍̫̰̻͍͂̂̿͞͠t̸̛̛͚̩͕̞̣̅͐͛̋̿͌̚͝ͅ ǒ̶͕̭̤̘͔̜̖͔̄̔͒̅̈́̕͡ͅͅf̷̢̛̤̳̗̰̩̭̬̼͚̀̍͌͋̀ m̸̬͖̱̳̫͍̼̌̓͐̅̋̀͠ͅy̟͇̪̬͍̜͖͌̓̌͐͗̇̇͗͘ d̤̮̗͈̟̠͉̞̈́̂͐̓͐o̶̡̢͔̻͎͙̠̙͛̔̀̿̈̑̔͝ͅg̷̛̖͉̰̰͗̌̈́͗̀̈̂͜͝͝,̵̡̫̮̯̘͌͗̌́̀͢­͢͜ e̷̡͚̪̹͍̟̱̦͛̃̅̓͂͂̓̐̋ͅv̴̗͉̣̙͍͚̦̽͋̐̔͛͊͂ȩ̶̧̛̥̫̺̣͓̈̒̏̋̂̾̒͌̚ṉ̯̰̘̺͑̈̋̏͢͝­.̴̻̮̹͎̙͒͗͒̈̃̀̔̑̈́.͕̘̗͉̦̮̝͙͒̓̒́̚͢͟͝.̲͙̬̦̠̮̺̠̝̔̑̏̑̌

~
*pitch an putt I never worried about
'cause all my drives were long and stout
now off the tee it doesn't fly so far
and all I can do is hope for par
on my card 3's are 4's and 4's became 5
oh how I long for a 300 yard drive
it's only a game some say unkind
but it grabs at your heart and messes your mind
it's only a game still others proclaim
front nine was fun the back nine shame
so before I tee I ask my Lord
just once put my name atop the leader board
so now it's early to bed so I can dream
of birdies and eagles and a jacket that's green


written by my caddy
Sir Duffy Mulligan
FOUR!

~**** SOUND~

The way it's smelling, I can't believe it-I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
I don't believe it-it's got my face turning a pale greenish-hue!
You know I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...

Verse 1
I think that the earth is shaking-I swear someone moves the breeze,
An' detonated a whole whopping ton of "Gaseous-TNT",
That **** was like a ghost in Ghost Busters,
It sneak up on you and you freakin' smell the
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
I turn around and think
What is this some kind of bad **** could seem,
Who ate that turkey sub sandwich with sharp mustard?
And then cut the cheese?
And do not think that this is the first time I or my friend here
"Duffy" made the birds "rush from the smell" to the trees!
For I, Triumph, am on a mission to escape this **** smell
In such a hurry-heading for the hills
-ABOUT TO PASS OUT........

The way it's smelling, I can't believe it-I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
I seek that face mask-like this is a smell emergency
Buddy, You know I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
Don't no one order the garlic liver with fried onion steak!
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...

Verse 2
The other day I was in gas station, some guy was getting gas
Had gotten "Carsick" and blamed me! But I knew the truth it was the car next to me,
I am not lying it came wafting through the breeze and it goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
I said, "MAN do I look like the "Houdini of farts?"
With fumes from some unknown specter of flatulence? When clearly,
It was you? What you think I should do? Don't look at me!
Make it so that everyone up in this gas station knows it wasn't me?
But you know the truth-it is a bag of chips I buy one for you please
Don't get so angry I didn't mean any harm, no need for one to yell,
You know you can't light a lighter or smoke? It's a law everyone knows
When there is so much gas you might just
**** (Phew-can't no one light a ****...!)

Chorus
The way it's smelling, I can't believe it-I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
Don't ya know that beans are a magical fruit?
I've never smelled a BIFF like that,
In the end we all can't escape the
noxious fumes of the
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...

On airplane flight I was minding my own business
When some dude let an "aero-**** fly" a guy looked
At me and said:
"Hey, what you think that this is, did superman
Himself let a PHLPH
As his cape lifted up from a gassy (?)
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
"You think that Triumph the puppet dog not super enough?
I think you are like kryptonite to me! You saying I had some
Thing humble apology I had to say? Don't you know there is no room to breath?
I clearly know better I see the sign when you need to pull out a bag
Because you airsick there are multiple usages, and you can use it
Like I have repeatedly to breath from a **** smell I didn't make!
I am just a puppet, not a ****-tion teller...!

Chorus
The way it's smelling, I can't believe it-I've never smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...
From the rear end, this isn't a whoopee cushion ****-
Can't pretend
That I've ever smelled a
**** LIKE THAT
It's oh so gassy, such a **** sound that goes
**** FA-FAR-FAR-****...

MAN!
It's got a life all it's own!