The Monday farting song

The food I had was pretty good
but I ate it much too fast,
and everywhere else we went
My anus was releasing gas.

Poot poot poot poot,
farting in the car.
The dirty poo will get you
no matter where you are.

Poot poot poot poot,
farting in the store.
Every aisle we visit,
I'm releasing more.

My mom covered her nose
and said, "This isn't a joke!
Your ass is making noises,
and I'm about to choke!"

My dad said my pants
were probably filled with dirty streaks,
and no matter how often I washed them
the skids would be there for keeps.

Poot poot poot poot,
I'm farting everywhere.
The smell is in your clothing
and is ruining your hair.

Poot poot poot poot,
the stink is everyplace.
It's almost like I sat on you
and farted on your face.

The windows are rolled down in the car,
and tears are in my father's eyes.
The smell of ass is so damn bad
that it's making it hard to drive.

"This isn't over," he yelled.
"You can be sure I'll get you back.
I'll use the bathroom in your apartment,
and make the whole place smell like my crack."

Poot poot poot poot,
it's the Monday farting song.
Poot poot poot poot,
At least I didn't write about my dong.