Prrt

We were just relaxing and doing nothing
Sofa, blanket and relaxed chat
And suddenly something illegal sounds out of place
A slow, too fatal fart

Nobody speaks, nobody looks
But the air changed color
It smells like drama, it smells bad
This is not normal, this is criminal

Someone is lying, that much is clear
That fart came armed
It wasn't the cat, it wasn't the armchair
There's an asshole here with bad intentions

That treacherous fart, how disgusting, you idiot
It comes in slowly but leaves you wondering
It wasn't me, says the idiot
But that smell already spoke for him, I'm sure

Treacherous fart, total disaster
I opened the window, I want to escape

One laughs, another leaves
The Argentinian says: Hey, that's enough already
The Spaniard shouts: Dude, how awful!
This isn't a fart, it's an attack, please

There are silences that speak louder than words
And this fart said: I'm going to stay
Take a deep breath, well, no
Run, save your honor

Treacherous fart, son of a thousand
You ruined everything, thanks to you
It is not forgiven, it is not forgotten
This ends friendships and quiet dinners

Treacherous fart, without dignity
Go to the bathroom, brother, for humanity's sake

Treacherous fart, amen
May God forgive me, I don't know
If you hear a deadly prrt
You already know
Runs