Sweet cheese is made of these
Pull my finger and smell my breeze
Travel your bowels flying past your knees
Everybody's looking for t-p
Some of them want to wipe you
Some of them want to get wiped by you
Some of them smell like poo poo
None of them want to smell like you


Beef creams the shade of green
Oh my bowels feel disagreed
Traveling turds in the seven seas
All my friends are looking for dung things
Some of them land in the ash tray
Some of them roll right down my leg
Some of them simmer and stew you
Some of them want to spray and spew

I wanna fart and amuse you
I wanna smell what's inside you
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Hold your but up, grunt and groan
Grunt and groan