(a parody of "Baby Got Back" by anthony l. ray)
I blow big farts and I cannot lie
You other mothers can't deny
My lower G.I. gets rumblin'
What happens next is humblin'
I get sprung
Wanna back up tough
'Cause this room's gonna be stuffed
Right through the jeans i'm wearing
This fabric might be tearing
Oh, babe you wanna run away
Nobody's gonna stay
Ain't easy or sleazy
You're feeling so so queasy
Your torture never ends
I farted in your Benz
You're about to be my clown, your window's goin' down
If you hear that whooshing sound when we're driving around
Your window's goin down, your window's goin down
You won't mind, you won't care if it's zero degrees out there
Your window's goin down, your window's goin down
Don't care if it's Manitoba, this stink ain't blowin' over
Your window's goin down, your window's goin down
Don't care if it's Nova Scotia, i been condemned by OSHA
Your window's goin down, your window's goin down
So fellas yeah fellas, are you afraid of this butt?
Gonna shake it, gonna quake it
Quake this healthy butt
You better get back, you better get back
So, ladies yeah ladies, if you wanna roll in my Mercedes
You're gonna protest, you're gonna pout
This white boy's gotta shout
You better get back, you better get back
You'll run out in the cold coz you know this butt is gold
You better get back
Red beans and rice don't miss me, red beans and rice assist me
Better get back, you better get back
