When I'm walkin' down the street, feelin' somethin' in my gut
I let out a little toot and I can't help but strut
Some people may turn their heads, think it's a disgrace
But I just smile and walk away, with a confident pace
After eatin' beans and broccoli, I'm a gas-powered machine
I can let 'em out, one by one, or in a rapid stream
It may sound like a trumpet or a duck in distress
But there's nothin' funnier than a fart, I confess
Let it rip, let it fly, let it soar up in the sky
A little tootin' never hurt nobody, that's no lie
So when you feel that rumble, don't hold it in tight
Just let it go, let it show, with all your might