Slacken hips,
Your ass gets a grip.
Open the crack,
Break wind from the back.

When some log wind comes along,
You must rip it.
You will prompt screaming from the throng
When you rip it.
When bum-thing odor's strong,
You must rip it.

Now rip it--
Wind from shate.
Break it out,
Methate.
Blow backward,
Turn their heads.
They will detect it--
"What's that you ate?!!"
You ripped it,
You ripped it good.

When your food-primed bum can sound,
You must rip it,
You can bring them to the ground.
Bum mess--you rip it.
They will run away,
Ill 'cause you ripped it.

Nosegay, rip it,
Rip it good.
Bouquet, rip it,
Rip it good.

[Repeat first three verses]