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 I come from an outback town where fuckin nothin grows

 No wheat no sheep so we cant even host an annual show

 But we got somethin special there that sets our town apart

 Coz each year in a shed we hold the festival of farts

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Theres displays and competitions And entries from afar

 And those that cant get into town just send in little jars

 And old fat sarge the local cop with clipboard and a pen

 Unscrews the lid and takes a whiff then scores em 1 to 10

 He'll give you 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And two for presentation of the fancy little jars

 And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

 And you should see the mob this year That cramed into the shed

 Hear the big guns blazing In the farting talent QUest

 With old sarge on a megaphone as he reads the riot act

 '' Now settle down you bastards, can you hear me at the back

 Now we'll give em all a go alright, and butt them cigarettes

 And any of you cunts play up tonight, i'll bust ur fuckin head''

 And he unfolds his directors chair And squats on his fat arse

 To adjudicate the entries in the festival of farts

 He'll give you 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And two for presentation, style and grace and class

 And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

 Then the crowd roars its approval As the first bloke lets one go

 Fuckin thunder from down under To open up the show

 Then a double burblin gurgler With a chilli afterburn

 Then a downdraft knacker clanger Shit that must have fuckin hurt

 And the silence single singer That took us by surprise

 And a notchous nostril burner That brung tears to our eyes

 And old sarge the cranky bastard Sat there adding up the marks

 As popular as embroids at the festival of farts

 coz he'll get 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And two for presentation, style and grace and class

 And a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

 But the highlight of the show this year Was two kids with a goat

 That they'd fed on rocks and rotten eggs And dragged in on a rope

 And as one young fella grabbed his horns to line old billy up

 His mate just warned the ground the goats arse and feck kicked him in the

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And that old goat fired a fuckin beauty Like a shotgun goin off

  And fired a lethal load of gravel shrapnel Scared shit out of the mob

 And as they all dived for cover and hit the deck in fear

 Old sarge just kept on markin buck shot whizzin past his ears

 He'd give em 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And all in all that bloated goat had probably scored a ten

 Except his fartin shit and shot old fuckin sarge arse over head

 Then with all of the confusion And no cunt keepin score

 And old sarge fuckin screamin They just pissed off out the door

 And even when the dust had settled No-one seemed to care

 that they'd fucked off with the medal Coz they'd won it fair and square

 That goat got 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And three big cheers from all of us For pay back on old sarge

 and a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts

 That goat got 2 points for Aroma

 2 for the bouquet

 2 for fermentation

 And 2 more for decay

 And three big cheers from all of us For wingin poor old sarge

 and a medal for the best fart at the festival of farts