Lyrics

I stopped at the mall for fast food Mex', that's short for Mexican Got a bean burrito with extra beans, here I go again Lift up my right cheek, feeling a booty bomb Escape of the wind, here comes the first one Get ready for the brown haze My butt's gonna bust a musical phrase My tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda nauseous Too much pressure and I'm nervous So you better stand back 'cause I'm ready to blow Something crazy could go wrong Something crazy could go wrong Something crazy could go wrong Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Better if you stay away I'm passing gas like, yeah I'm breaking wind like, yeah Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Making my own methane (yeah) I'm farting in the USA (yeah) I'm farting in the USA A back end blow out a bottom burp Some call it a belching clown I always had a problem with my ass chirps People never seem to hang around So loud thought I sat on a whoopee Oops, I hope I didn't ruin the party I got silent and deadly Hear nothing but you smell me My tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda nauseous Too much pressure and I'm nervous So you better stand back 'cause I'm ready to blow It'll sound like I stepped on a frog It'll sound like I stepped on a frog It'll sound like I stepped on a frog Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Better if you stay away I'm passing gas like, yeah I'm breaking wind like, yeah Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Making my own methane (yeah) I'm farting in the USA (yeah) I'm farting in the USA Beans, beans the musical fruit (the musical fruit) The more I eat, the more I toot (the more I toot) Beans, beans the magical meal (magical meal) The more my bottom roars the better I feel Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Better if you stay away I'm passing gas like, yeah I'm breaking wind like, yeah Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Making my own methane (yeah) I'm farting in the USA (yeah) I'm farting in the USA Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Better if you stay away I'm passing gas like, yeah I'm breaking wind like, yeah Gotta roll the windows down, I'm dropping bombs Making my own methane (yeah) I'm farting in the USA (yeah) I'm farting in the USA
Writer(s): Claude Kelly, Lukasz Gottwald, Jessica Cornish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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