Bubba Flatulence - Rippin' Ass In The CVS Lyrics

Back in the days of the old wooden floors,
We'd gather 'round, laughing, in that general store,
There was Billy, and Bobby, and even little Jess,
Ripping ass, holdin' contests, in the aisles, I confess.
The bell on the door rang as we strolled in pride,
Granny at the counter, couldn't hide her smile,
We'd let 'em rip, loud and proud, no shame,
But times have changed, and it just ain't the same.
Oh, it just ain't the same, ripping ass in the CVS,
In that sterile aisle, lost the charm, I guess,
No more wooden floors, no more friendly cheers,
They kicked us out, said, "No more competition here."
We moved our game to the sterile, bright-lit aisles,
Hoping to reclaim those good ol' times,
But the manager frowned and called security by,
Said, "Take your flatulence somewhere else, goodbye."
Oh, it just ain't the same, ripping ass in the CVS,
In that sterile aisle, lost the charm, I guess,
No more wooden floors, no more friendly cheers,
They kicked us out, said, "No more competition here."
Now we gather 'round and reminisce those days,
When farting was an art, in so many ways,
From the general store to the sanitized mess,
We miss the laughter and the old-time caress.
Oh, it just ain't the same, ripping ass in the CVS,
In that sterile aisle, lost the charm, I guess,
No more wooden floors, no more friendly cheers,
We miss the laughter and the old-time caress.