Short and squat and roly-poly
The man from Encinita goes bowling
And when he passes,
Each gas he passes goes (fart noise)

In he walks in baggy chinos,
The whole place wished he'd use his Beano,
'Cause when he passes,
Each gas he passes goes (fart noise)

None have the stomach to smell him
Death comes to those who have tried
None have the courage to tell him
So we turn, cough, and cover our eyes
And then, when he passes, we cry

Short and squat and roly-poly
The man from Encinita goes bowling
And when he passes
Each gas he passes goes (fart noise)
And we cannot breathe,
No, we cannot breathe.