I Just Ripped So

To the tune of "Calypso" by John Denver

There's a gold colored breeze, methanical motion
That flies from the backside that's opaque and warm
This work in the service of rife odor giving
Comes from the gas of digestion unblown
After a bowel movement, the fart it was flowing
Starting to think that you understand

I just ripped so, the place has turned into
A house of malodor, so noxious the smell
I just ripped so, I hate to admit it
But smoke follows me, so no lie I can tell

I did i-i-i-i-it
I done i-i-i-i-it
I done i-i-i-i-it
I did i-it

From intestines inside you, the air starts to ride you
Causing discomfort till it goes its way
I am no stranger to methane unfurled
I gave forth the gas, as what's churned must release
To be true to the insides, I'm free to let wind swell
Flatulent, lethally cutting the cheese

I just ripped so, the place has turned into
An old leaky furnace or a new gas well
I just ripped so, we're all standing in it
Before we suffocate, let's all run like hell

I did i-i-i-i-it
I done i-i-i-i-it
I done i-i-i-i-it
I did i-i-it