Theres a punk I know who goes to shows Covered in filth from his dreads to his toes Theres a quality that follows him wherever he goes How one could smell so fucking bad nobody knows Societys against his bodily smell But he thinks society can go to hell Even at shows he makes people upset Just by standing around and emitting his scent His life isnt easy, things are getting worse He just has to live with his foulstench curse But like a fine wine that improves with age His sinister odor escapes from its cage Its now gotten so powerful, so sour and strong Its effects are incredible, toxic and long Inebriating those who can smell his smell With a fantastic high that feels so swell Suddenly hes popular, with girls and men Even got offered a job that pays almost ten The life of the party, and everyones friend Societys grudge against him has come to an end Hes now got some money, and freshly painted walls All thanks to the fact he never washed his balls So the moral of the story is dont ever shower
smell, society, foulstench, inebriating, improves