I’d rather not talk about love.
I’d rather go fart in a glove.
And out of desire
I’ll set it on fire
And watch it explode from above.
I think it’s worth telling you why
I’m not just an average guy.
Yes, I’m tidy and neat,
And I don’t overeat,
But when I fall, I fall to the sky.
“When I’m elected,” said Nix,
“I promise there will be no tricks.
I’ll only eat peaches
And all of my speeches
Are going to be limericks.”
In order to win Gladys’s heart,
You don’t even need to be smart.
It’s not about money,
Forget about funny,
It’s all in how long you can fart.