Hard day at the law firm
Open office floor
And every day is a struggle to
To seem like a pro

And afternoons with meetings
But at my lunch I felt such greed
I stuffed myself with leek and bread
Now it’s all in me

I think I need to fart
Like, right now
Should I say I prayer it won’t be loud?
Ooh oh oh oh
The panic is growing, I just can’t hide!
Oh oh, I think I need to fart
What to do?
Should I hold it in or let it through?
Ooh oh oh oh
Dreading for the flatulence to come

Half the room is waiting
Just to hear me speak
About our profit numbers
The boss is fondling me

But the time has come to face it
The explosion’s getting near
There’s got to be an outlet
The gases cannot wait!

I think I need to fart!
In this crowd
Should I say a prayer it won’t be loud?
Ooh oh oh oh
The panic is growing, I cross my thighs
Oh no, I think I need to fart!
What to do?
Can I hold it back? No, it won’t do
Ooh oh oh oh
Here with massive flatulence, go I...

Oooooh!

I just produced a fart!
It was loud!
Sounded like a bomb
And smelled like tripe!
Oh oh oh oh!
There before my eyes my colleagues died
There before my eyes I saw... (eyes I saw)
...them DIE!

(I produced a fart)