(To the tune of "Achy Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus)

You can tell my ass
Is ready to pass gas
You can hold your nose until I'm done
And you can tell your friend
Beware of my rear end
Hasn't been a fart-off I haven't won

You can tell your son
He better start to run
Don't think that I can hold it any more
And you can tell your girl
She should prepare to hurl
I'm gonna break some wind she can't ignore

Don't smell my fart
My very smelly fart
It's not a stink you can withstand
Cause if you smell my fart
My very smelly fart
You might throw up into your hand WHOO

You can tell your niece
I'm gonna cut the cheese
I really highly doubt she's gonna stay
But if she hangs around
She might enjoy the sound
Like when a baby horsey starts to neigh

You should tell your man
To go and buy a fan
He's gonna wanna air his trailer out
I'm gonna let one go
There's one thing that I know
The smell has caused my neighbors to pass out

Don't smell my fart
My very smelly fart
It's not a stink you can withstand
Cause if you smell my fart
My very smelly fart
You might throw up into your hand WHOO

Don't smell my fart
My very smelly fart
It's not a stink you can withstand
Cause if you smell my fart
My very smelly fart
You might throw up into your hand WHOO