Fedor’s Fart Riot
(one,
two, three, four!)
Fedor walks into the crowded room
Carrying a silent, heavy cloud of doom
Everyone scatters, running for the door Nobody wants to stand on Fedor's
floor
(oh no!)
He tries to hold it in,
his face is turning red
He should have skipped the chili bowl instead
(it's coming!)
Fedor, Fedor, turn the fan on high!
Fedor, Fedor, clearing out the sky!
He's got the power of a stormy breeze
Bringing all his buddies to their knees! (hahaha)
He went on a date to a movie screen
Blew a little trumpet at the quiet scene
The lady beside him spilled her buttered corn
Swore she heard a foghorn being born (whoops!)
Fedor, Fedor, turn the fan on high!
Fedor, Fedor, clearing out the sky!
He's got the power of a stormy breeze
Bringing all his buddies to their knees!
(breathe in!)
Fedor,
please let us breathe
Just open up a window (ahhhh)