Pain in my heart and blues in my fart
pain in my heart and blues in my gassy fart
those are the true quintessence of art
pain in my heart and blues in my gassy fart
Blues and all farts tell the same story
rants in the pants of life without glory
those are the true quintessence of art
pain in my heart and blues in my long windy fart.

Hear my squeaking backdoor
hear that howling wild boar
it has that massive mournful tone
crunchy crying of my tail bone
straight from the brown lip mouth
message the man is alone.
Blowing the storm wind
shaking the mountain
smell of the dustbin
blues full of chagrin:
a la carte
a la carte
a la carte
blues in my fart.

Pain in my...

This is a stinking protest
this is a blues man at best
if you can't hear the friendliest word
I'll tell you something very unheard
straight from my growling guts
message tenacious uncut.
Blowing...

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