LYRICS
Something’s smelling funny
Must be running out of money
Our toiled
Has spoiled
Week old gym socks n’ rotten eggs
Forgot to wipe between the legs
Hype sucks
Something’s smelling funny
Must be running out of money
Our toiled
Has spoiled
Sweaty pits and barfed up bits
A touch of dill with your roadkill
Guts spill
Something’s smelling funny
Must be running out of money
Our toiled
Has spoiled
Stinky feet
Fields of cow manure
Open sewer
Fish and rotten meat
Ohhhhh-dor
Something’s smelling funny
Must be running out of money
Our toiled
Has spoiled
Pestilence n’ flatulence
Perished species in their feces
Man rants
Riff: c d e f g f e d c (x2) c c c
Chords: C / G F C; 152 BPM
Instrumentation: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboards (Yamaha PSR740, Korg PS60, MicroKorg)
An improvisational song written and recorded on-the-fly to a digital 3-track