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My Mate Pete, he loved to have a drink
and this led him to cause the world's biggest stink.
He used to work in a factory that made joke shop supplies
things like whoopee cushions, doggie poos and also googly eyes.

On the day in question, he was on the morning shift
but the night before, he'd drank a bottle of vodka which was a Christmas gift.
Later the next morning at work, as his body began to detox
he had a little accident with the products in his box.

This product contained stink bombs - the little ones made of glass
The whole factory immediately smelt like the inside of someone's ass.
"Abandon ship" was the cry, "Women and children first"
The smell made people puke, it really was the worst.

There was instant panic, which caused Pete to make another mistake
he then knocked over more stink bombs - a disaster as bad as an earthquake.
With all windows and doors sealed shut, there really was no escape
until Superman arrived, wearing his pants on his tights and his cape.

Superman burned a hole, with his heat vision, so the workers could be free
However, Superman made an error that nobody could foresee.
His heat vision caused some explosive material to combust
The factory then exploded, which caused a massive windful gust.

The stink bomb mushroom cloud then blew across the land
The Army were called in - so they could take command.
The Army plugged in a load of fans and blew the cloud across the sea
Poor Pete was vilified in the press, but he's still a friend to me.

When I'm with Pete now, he's not allowed to drink
cos I don't want to live through another Apocalyptic stink.

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