Rumbling Tummy
Jan, Mystic and Casarah
Been letting it rip
The smell woke the poor dog
From his afternoon kip
Looking very guilty he smelt his bott
Looked at me as much to say
Wasn't me dropped that lot
Must have been you, smell won't go away
I blamed the drains looking as innocent as I could
Was those fresh plums from Cosco I ate too many
Better stay near the bathroom I think I should.
Cos I got many farts rumbling in my tummy
The continuous story of Mystics Fart
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