There’s a brother named Jase, he’s a real gas machine,
With a toot and a honk, he’s the farting king!
In the morning light, you can hear him start,
A rumble in the ground
He’ll lift a cheek and let it fly,
With a sound like thunder, you can’t deny!
(Chorus)
Jase, oh Jase, with your farting problems
You can make all of china go extinct with one fart
Every little toot, a new storm is born