Letras
Sunday mornin' put on my white suit clean and pressed
Yeah, Sunday mornin' put on my white suit clean and pressed
Headed down to church, lookin' like the very best
Sittin' in the pew while the preacher preached on high
Yeah, sittin' in the pew while the preacher preached on high
Felt a rumblin' down below from that diner food last night
Couldn't hold it in no more, Lord I done gambled and lost
Yeah, Couldn't hold it in no more, I done gambled and lost
Thought I could trust it, but that gamble tore me apart
Now there's a skid mark in my britches, yeah that fart left a mark
Then the smell hit the congregation like a dead animal rottin' away
Yeah, the smell hit them people like a dead animal rottin' away
Folks started gaggin' and chokin', coverin' their face in dismay
Looked down at my white suit, saw a brown stain spreadin' wide
Yeah, looked down at my white suit, saw a stain spreadin' wide
Tried to cover it with my hymn book but there ain't nowhere to hide
That fart left a mark, got a nuisance in my pants
That fart left a mark, stained my fancy pants
That wasn't just a fart, Lord, that there was a shart
Now the whole church knows my business, yeah that fart left a mark
Can't show my face in church no more
That fart... . ruined everything
Lord have mercy... that damn fart... left a mark