(Verse I)
Hey mister I would appreciate please
Don’t pass that gas in my direction geez
When you cut that one
My knees grew weak
Now the air in here is beginning to reek
If you do it one more time
And darken my day
I’m gonna report your butt
To the EPA
You better think about what I said
That last one you cut, would wake the dead
(Chorus)
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
Can’t you see I’m not wearing a mask
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
I’m not ready for your gift at last
(Verse II)
This is why I hate to stand in line
Or ride the subway most of the time
Never seems to fail ‘cause I always find
Some ass passing gas at just the wrong time
When you cut that bomb it brought tears to my eyes
Hanging around your butt is a cluster of flies
Can you tell me what crawled up inside you and died
Don’t blame that one on me, cuz you know it’s a lie
(Chorus)
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
I don’t wanna smell your stinky ass
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
I'm not ready for your weapons of mass
(Middle Eight)
Tacos and burritos and Italian food
Is that what makes you cut cheese like you do
Chili dogs, greasy fries, and a twelve ounce beer
That’s a dangerous combination from what I hear
BBQ, potato salad, and pork and beans
Man I wish you’d lay off of those spicy wings
Salami, pastrami and sloppy joes
The smell of your farts is curling my toes
Pizza, nachos, chinese, and sardines
Man I can’t believe I’m smellin’ all these things
Can’t you try to hold it inside,
I don’t think you’ll blowup or die
(Verse III)
When you squeeze one out
Paint peels off the walls
And I don’t wanna smell those spicy meatballs
You may think it smells like a sweet tart
But to me it’s just another stinky fart
You’d better know that this is your last chance
Don’t you dare let another bomb go off in your pants
Can’t you see what I’m trying to say
Give us all a break pass that gas the other way
(Chorus)
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
Can’t you see I’m not wearing a mask
Don’t pass don’t pass don’t pass that gas
I don’t need your gift at last
