Call me Prissy or Nancy or BethBut what I fear is Fear Agent's breathHis friends don't grow oldBecause I've been toldJust a whiff of his whisper spells Death
Well, Prissy, you overreactThis fatal bad breath, far from factIt ain't halitosisYou get from osmosis:You'll die from his fart's foul impact
So whether sweet nothings he's cooingOr platefuls of beans he's imbuingIf you are cleverAvoid whateverHis top or his bottom is spewing
Exactly.For those of you who are in doubtWhich end is about to be spoutThere's no way of knowingWhich end is blowingSo fast as you can just get out!
Be it garlic or sauerkraut weinersOr seven-course Mex-hi-can deenersIf he's in the same roomSurly will seal my doom'Cause my HazMat suit's out at the cleaners!
Well excuse me for having my dinnerBut if I didn't eat I'd get thinnerWhen I haven't etI get so thin thetAt anorexic contests I'm winner
Surly surely can shovel it inHe then washes it down with sloe ginHe sloshes it 'round,Spits up on the groundAnd then starts up all over again
And never will I hesitateTo finish what is on my plateThen clean plate with breadPop bread in my headAnd 'gurgitate that spread I ate
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