Jase the farter

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