I Married Stinky

There's nothing funny about flatuence My wife has it all the time Course she always blames it on me And I'll always say, yes dear, it's mine The worst time, is on those cold nights With the covers pulled over my head The sweet aroma of, "What in the world was that?" It drives me right out of my bed Now I'm not saying that it's stinky Okay, yes I am I even got her beano for Christmas Well, cause, I'm just that kind of man Now see, everytime that it happens Her and my dog, point at each other Then the dog puts a pillow over his face Til I think he will surely smother (Whispers) Wait just a minute, my wife walked in I can't let her see what I'm writing Cause if she knows that I told you Then the rest of the night we'll be fighting Okay, she's gone, anyway she's stinky Flatuence, has got to be a sin For there's always something evil That seeping out of her rear end Now, I have literally tried everything And I don't know what else to do I love her, so I guess I'll accept it While holding my nose and saying "Shoo"