Flatulence


I love to poot I love to fart I love to toot
I love it when I have
flatulence
If I pass gas or I break wind and you don't hear me
You can smell my flatus.

I rip a honker or a squeaker or a whopper or a
Stink bomb
Out of my butt
You can sniff it you can smell it
You can like it you can love it
That is what's up

Flatus poot fart toot
That is what I have for you
Flatus poot fart toot
That is what I have for you

Flatulence! Flatulence! Flatulence!
That is what I have for you
That is what I have for you.
This is all I have for you.

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