A parody of Love Hurts by Nazareth
by Irving Katz

Love farts, the worst,
You clench, they burst.
Anyone would bluff
while in the buff,
“No way, it wasn’t me,
no, it wasn’t me.”
Let’s all just ignore
clouds that smell of brie.
Love farts… Ewwwwww… Love farts.

Don’t laugh, don’t cry,
don’t ask me why
I let one slip, or two,
in bed with you.
I really tried to not,
really tried to not,
but I couldn’t stop,
it was wet and hot.
Love farts… Ewwwwww… Love farts.

Some farts stink of nastiness,
ghastliness, cause dizziness,
like I shit myself, I guess.
Man, that came from me?!?

I know it isn’t true, I know it isn’t true,
One can hold their breath
‘Til they turn to blue.
Love farts… Ewwwwww… Love farts.
Ewwwwww… Love farts.

I know it isn’t true, I know it isn’t true,
One can hold their breath
‘Til they turn to blue.
Love farts… Ewwwwww… Love farts.
Ewwwwww… Love farts.
Ewwwwww…