Artist:    Eastdeath 
Album:  Poo is Wee, Wee is Poo 
Year:    1984 
E-mail:  rumple@rumpleland.ru 
 
Everybody's looking for that trumping 
One fart that makes you feel complete 
You'll find it in the strangest places 
Vindaloo, McDonalds and baked beans 
Some fart in the faces of their children 
Some fart and stick it in a jar 
Who can deny the joy it brings 
When you let off those deadly things  
You're f
Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced lyrics

			I play in a band 
We're the best in the land 
We're big in both Chelsea and France 
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar 
There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance 
S
arting without wind 
 
Some share a fart in bed each morning 
Some fart all through the windy night 
Watch out for silent but violents 
Coz if they're bad then they will make you cry 
Oh, some shit their pants without warning  
Because they push too hard and squeeze out shite 
And when you've ate too many beans 
And you've melted your g-string 
You're farting without wind 
 
My diarrhoea is worse than shingles 
It pummels out like - plop, 
End Of The Show lyrics


Here we areWith our dreams in the skyWe all have our dreamsIt's wonderful to know we're aliveAt the endIt's overThere you areAt the end of the showMem'ries are realIt's wo
plop, plop  
But like they say in the ad for Pringles 
?Once you pop you just can't stop!? 
Whoa, the splash it burns my bottom  
When I do a King Kong shit 
The type that won?t flush down the toilet 
And the splash covers your ass in piss 
 
[Bridge] 
So impossible as it may seem 
You've got to fight to keep them held in  
'Cuz who's to know if you let one go 
In the middle of the street 
 
Some gay people they poo their trousers 
Do fart
20 Goodbye lyrics


Went out today 
to try and phone you
I guess you didn't
recognize my call
the lady on your end 
said you got caller I.D.
and I'm feeling sorry
that you've been 
woken up so much
a
s more lethal than anthrax 
They can't control their own digestion 
Because their bum muscles just relax 
It's the little farts that only I do 
Those are the farts that make you cry-y-y-y 
Coz when your pants rip at the seams 
And your bumhole, oh it screams 
Your farting without wind 
 
My bowels is where my smell begins  
Stems from my intestines 
And my bum is where it ends 
I just can?t stop farting 
I?m farting without wind