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Song Parodies -> "Flatual Express"
Original Song Title:
"National Express"
Original Performer:
Divine Comedy
Parody Song Title:
"Flatual Express"
Parody Written by:
Cait Sith
The Lyrics
You're taking a cram-packed train to work...you can hardly breathe...ever wonder why?
Skip the flatual express
Because as you can guess
It'll give you piles
The usual types are here
So you'd better stear clear
Of the streaming viles
Be sure to hold your nose
'Cos when everyone goes
There's no air inside
You had best have a plan
When the shit hits the fan
And you cannot hide, everybody faint
Nyaa!
Uh-oh!
Oh my!
I've gone out where
The air is clear
On the flatual express
Is by far the grossest
Man you'll ever meet
You would swear he's been jinxed
By his unnatural stinks
Shaking up your seat
Mini skirts aren't worthwhile
If you trump down the aisle
You're blown off your feet
It gets worse when you're by
Girls with asses more sized
Than the redwood tree, everybody faint
Nyaa!
Uh-oh!
Oh my!
I've gone out where
The air is clear
Tomorrow I'll walk from here
When you're sat there looking blue
And you think you're life is through
Don't sit there feeling distressed
Better jump off...the flatual express!
Sod the flatual express, let's go!
Because as you can guess
It'll give you piles
The usual types are here
So you'd better stear clear
Of the streaming viles
Be sure to hold your nose
'Cos when everyone goes
There's no air inside
You had best have a plan
When the shit hits the fan
And you cannot hide, everybody faint
Nyaa!
Uh-oh!
Oh my!
I've gone out where
The air is clear
On the flatual express
Is by far the grossest
Man you'll ever meet
You would swear he's been jinxed
By his unnatural stinks
Shaking up your seat
Mini skirts aren't worthwhile
If you trump down the aisle
You're blown off your feet
It gets worse when you're by
Girls with asses more sized
Than the redwood tree, everybody faint
Nyaa!
Uh-oh!
Oh my!
I've gone out where
The air is clear
Tomorrow I'll walk from here
When you're sat there looking blue
And you think you're life is through
Don't sit there feeling distressed
Better jump off...the flatual express!
Sod the flatual express, let's go!
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