I Can Smell Ya (A Trib-u-toot)

© 2008 Gunther Trout / Alex Nichols 
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Now I’ve heard there was a putrid wind
That makes you smile a secret grin
But you don’t really care for nose hairs, do you?
It hums like this
The stench the whiff
The minor whiz, the major sniff
My ol-fact-or-y’s sensing I can smell ya

I can smell ya, I can smell ya
I can smell ya, I can smell-e-e-ell ya...

Her wind was strong much more than a poof
You saw her eat the ultimate proof
The beans and beer, the methane overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke her wind without a care
And from your lips she drew the “I can smell ya”

I can smell ya, I can smell ya
I can smell ya, I can smell ya

There was a time you'd not let it go
The ping the pong the stinky flow
But now you sneak them out in silence do you?
I remember when they moved in you
Your rancid bowels were moving too
And every breath I took was I can smell ya

I can smell ya, I can smell ya
I can smell ya, I can smell ya…

You know I sniffed your rotting rank
You thought it was a funny prank
And as I wretched, your colon put it to you
There’s a blaze a spark in every fart
You did it like a skillful art
The holy crap! The breaking I-Can-Smell-Ya

I can smell ya, I can smell ya
I can smell ya, I can smell ya…

I did my best to hold my breath
I couldn’t breathe, I had to wretch
You snuck one in, I won’t be fooled by you
And even though
It reeked so wrong
I’ll stand before your special song
With nothing on my nose

But I can small ya…