Sung to the tune of "Desperato".
Flatulato
I
know you leave smelly traces
You been out wrinklin' faces for so long
now
Oh, you're a farter,
But I know that you've got your reasons
These
beans that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you y'know
Don't you eat that can
of chilis, boy
they'll blast you a new asshole
That burrito is really your
worst bet
Now it seems to me some fine foods
Have been laid upon your
table
But you only eat the ones that don't sit well
Flatulato.
Oh
you ain't gettin' no younger
Your gas and your acids are wrecking your
guts
Farting, ah, Farting,
That's just some bummy stinking
Your prison
is walking through this world 'neath a cloud
Your cheeks don't get cold
in the wintertime
Your anus leaks and your hemmhoroids bleed
It's hard to
whipe the poo poo from your ass
You're losing all your sense of
smell
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Flatulato
Why
dincha drop the chalupa
Please pinch off your poopa, what, didja fall
in?
It isn't rainin'
But there's a green cloud above you
You better get
on Telemundo
Get on Telemundo
You better get on Telemundo
Before it's
too late