Breakin' Wind in Strange Places

Blame that musical fruit……
They give me the poots……
And foul up that good fresh air.

Beano, Digel
They still stink like hell…….
And leave stains in my underwear.

They don't cut me no slack……
They come out my crack…….
Don't know what I'm gonna do.

Maybe I should go into the next room,
Or even go try to pooh-pooh…..

Chorus:
'Cause I break wind in the strangest places…….
I can see the look on other peoples' faces
As they sniff to see……….
They gotta know it's me.
Smells like something died inside my colon….
Whether I'm sittin' in church……or I'm out bolin'
Oh I break wind………in the strangest places.






Like a knot on a log……….
I sit in a fog.....
wishin' for one good breath.

I think it's a sin….
I can't hold it in…
I still got one or two left.

Just hold up a cheek………
But don't let it squeak.......
or they'll know it's me for sure.

If I was real smart I'd end all of the farts…….
Cause I'd come up with a cure…………

Chorus.........