Pit Panic - Fart or French Horn? Lyrics

Yo, check it out, it's orchestra night,
Epi's on the piccolo, holdin' it tight.
Act 1, she's strugglin', gotta keep it in,
Is it the horn or her bowels makin' that din?
Is it a fart or the French horn blowin'?
Audience confused, not really knowin'.
She had plenty of beans for breakfast, no doubt,
Now every note's got a funky twist comin' out.
Act 2, she's sweatin', tryin' to play it cool,
Her stomach's churnin', she's breakin' all the rules.
Brought fruit and nuts for a healthy snack,
But the smell of cheese is makin' her crack.
Is it a fart or the French horn blowin'?
Audience confused, not really knowin'.
She had plenty of beans for breakfast, no doubt,
Now every note's got a funky twist comin' out.
Epi's playin' "Into the Woods," tryin' to focus,
But every breath's got a hint of halitosis.
Holdin' it in, hopin' for the best,
But that cheese smell's puttin' her to the test.
The conductor's wincin', the strings are tight,
Wind section's prayin' she makes it through the night.
Is Epi on horn, or is it just the bassoon,
Or maybe it's the beans she ate at noon.
Is it a fart or the French horn blowin'?
Audience confused, not really knowin'.
She had plenty of beans for breakfast, no doubt,
Now every note's got a funky twist comin' out.
So next time you're at a show, just beware,
If Epi's on the flute, keep your nose in the air.
'Cause when it comes to farts and music, there's no tellin',
If it's a French horn or Epi's bowels that's really swellin'.