We once had a thread about farting songs, and this was posted there. (Not sure the words to the last verse are exactly the same.)


I let a fart in San Francisco
High on a hill above the sea.
It cleared out little cable cars
And several local bars.
The morning fog did not smell fair -
I don't care.

My love faints there in San Francisco
Since I broke wind beside the sea.
I can't come home to you, San Francisco.
Your scolding sons will sh*t on me.