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Lyrics
[Intro]
Well, I felt a little rumble when I stood up from the pew
Thought it was just a harmless breeze, but brother, that ain't true
[Verse 1]
I was dressed up Sunday morning, Sunday shoes and Sunday grin
Shook the preacher's hand politely, let the whole congregation in
Then my belly made a thunderclap, I tried to play it cool
But a warm surprise came marching south beneath my Sunday suit
[Chorus]
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
Mercy, Lord, I learned a lesson in the pew
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
When your britches tell the truth, there's nothing left to do
[Verse 2]
Sister Maylene saw me shuffling, Deacon Joe held back a laugh
I whispered, “Please don't say a word,” and headed for the staff
The choir sang “Amazing Grace,” I moved with humble haste
There ain't no grace like clean-up grace when trouble leaves a trace
[Chorus]
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
Mercy, Lord, I learned a lesson in the pew
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
When your britches tell the truth, there's nothing left to do
[Bridge]
[Lead]
Can I get a witness?
[Quartet]
You need a change of clothes!
[Lead]
Can I get forgiveness?
[Quartet]
Wash your hands and mind your toes!
[Lead]
Can I get an amen?
[Quartet]
Amen, and hurry up!
[Breakdown]
No more trusting every bubble, no more gambling after beans
Keep a spare pair in the pickup, that's the finest advice I've seen
If the warning starts to rumble, don't be proud and don't delay
Find the nearest little restroom and let salvation have its way
[Final Chorus]
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
Mercy, Lord, I learned a lesson in the pew
I thought I farted, turns out I pooped my britches
When your britches tell the truth, there's nothing left to do
[Outro]
[Quartet]
Nothing left to do!
[Lead]
Except change clothes!
[Quartet]
Change clothes!
[All]
And thank the Lord for laundry day!
Details
GeneratedAug 28, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Up-tempo country bluegrass gospel quartet with four male singers, tight close harmonies, occasional octave doubling, acoustic guitar boom-chick rhythm, banjo rolls, mandolin chops, upright bass, brushed snare, and handclaps. Start with a brief solo vocal pickup, build into full four-part harmony on the chorus, add call-and-response interjections, a humorous half-time breakdown, then finish with a bright a cappella cadence. Warm live-room recording, crisp banjo, rootsy twang, playful but family-friendly delivery.
Credits
Prompt by57Waze2Fish
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I thought I farted turns out I pooped my britches, country, bluegrass, gospel quartet, male, harmonies, octaves
