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I come from an outback town where fuckin nothin grows

No wheat no sheep so we cant even host an annual show

But we got somethin special there that sets our town apart

Coz each year in a shed we hold the festival of farts

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Theres displays and competitions And entries from afar

And those that cant get into town just send in little jars

And old fat sarge the local cop with clipboard and a pen

Unscrews the lid and takes a whiff then scores em 1 to 10

He'll give you 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And two for presentation of the fancy little jars

And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

And you should see the mob this year That cramed into the shed

Hear the big guns blazing In the farting talent QUest

With old sarge on a megaphone as he reads the riot act

'' Now settle down you bastards, can you hear me at the back

Now we'll give em all a go alright, and butt them cigarettes

And any of you cunts play up tonight, i'll bust ur fuckin head''

And he unfolds his directors chair And squats on his fat arse

To adjudicate the entries in the festival of farts

He'll give you 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And two for presentation, style and grace and class

And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

Then the crowd roars its approval As the first bloke lets one go

Fuckin thunder from down under To open up the show

Then a double burblin gurgler With a chilli afterburn

Then a downdraft knacker clanger Shit that must have fuckin hurt

And the silence single singer That took us by surprise

And a notchous nostril burner That brung tears to our eyes

And old sarge the cranky bastard Sat there adding up the marks

As popular as embroids at the festival of farts

coz he'll get 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And two for presentation, style and grace and class

And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

But the highlight of the show this year Was two kids with a goat

That they'd fed on rocks and rotten eggs And dragged in on a rope

And as one young fella grabbed his horns to line old billy up

His mate just warned the ground the goats arse and feck kicked him in the

guts

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And that old goat fired a fuckin beauty Like a shotgun goin off

And fired a lethal load of gravel shrapnel Scared shit out of the mob

And as they all dived for cover and hit the deck in fear

Old sarge just kept on markin buck shot whizzin past his ears

He'd give em 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And all in all that bloated goat had probably scored a ten

Except his fartin shit and shot old fuckin sarge arse over head

Then with all of the confusion And no cunt keepin score

And old sarge fuckin screamin They just pissed off out the door

And even when the dust had settled No-one seemed to care

that they'd fucked off with the medal Coz they'd won it fair and square

That goat got 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And three big cheers from all of us For pay back on old sarge

and a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

That goat got 2 points for Aroma

2 for the bouquet

2 for fermentation

And 2 more for decay

And three big cheers from all of us For wingin poor old sarge

and a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts