GAS! GAS! (BEN NEVIS II) ƒ   G Am D C/G D+ Chemicals slipped in the beer, warm wet feeling at the rear Underpant activity, H²S at liberty The fat cunt's done a botty burp, this one's for the connoisseurs The atmosphere smells of pooh and it tastes of vindaloo Gas! Gas! Quick lads! The air in here is turning brown Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Get the fucking windows down Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Fatty's done a trouser cough Gas! Gas! Quick lads! I think the big fat twat is touching cloth He's filled the room with 'Eau de Turd', less gas crimes at Nuremburg Boiled eggs, and old kebabs, fuck sake, no one strike a match Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Everybody's choking to death Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Loud and sour botty breath Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Dig a trench, avoid the stench Gas! Gas! Quick lads! Fatty's filthy, fat and flatulent Boils growing on your tongue, acid filling up your lungs Lips go green, teeth fall out, hear the victims scream and shout Gas! Gas! Quick lads! What the fuck has he been eating? Gas! Gas! Quick lads! It must have had some rotten meat in Gas! Gas! Quick lads! I've got tears in my eyes Gas! Gas! Quick lads! I think a rat crawled up his arsehole and died (Some considerable time ago) A fog has crept from buttock cleft for the pleasure of the deaf He raised a cheek, he made a squeak- feel that heat and taste that meat © 1988/98 The Macc Lads N.B.- "H²S"- Hydrogen Sulphide- stink bomb gas/ rotten egg pong TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED