Knoxx Smells Farts For Fun

[Verse 1]
Out on the porch in his rockin’ chair
Knoxx leans in like he’s sniffin’ fresh air
We all scatter but he just grins
Says, “Hold up, y’all, let the fun begin”
[Chorus]
Knoxx smells farts for fun (oh son)
Laughin’ like he just won
While the rest of us run
He’s sittin’ there suckin’ it in
Knoxx smells farts for fun (hey!)
Thinks it’s God’s little joke, number one
If there’s trouble in the wind, he’ll come
‘Cause Knoxx smells farts for fun
[Verse 2]
Church potluck on a Sunday night
Someone slips up under neon light
Everyone’s blushin’, prayin’ it clears
Knoxx stands up, says, “Best one all year”
[Chorus]
Knoxx smells farts for fun (oh son)
Laughin’ like he just won
While the rest of us run
He’s sittin’ there suckin’ it in
Knoxx smells farts for fun (hey!)
Thinks it’s God’s little joke, number one
If there’s trouble in the wind, he’ll come
‘Cause Knoxx smells farts for fun

country, Playful modern country with a bouncy train-beat groove, acoustic guitar strums, upright bass walking, and brushed snare. Male vocals with a wink, tight storytelling verses, and a big singalong chorus with gang shouts on the hook. Fiddle fills answer the vocal lines, and a brief half-time feel lands the final punchline.