a crunching guitar riff and lead solo then set the scene for eight bars before olaf burst into song we drop our pants for odin and climb upon our steeds we pass the sacred wind until our bottoms bleed it 's all in praise of odin we feel him in our hearts for he gives us our power and we give him our farts fart for odin , fart for odin raise you bottom to the sky fart for odin , fart for odin spread your cheeks , spread them wide fart for odin , fart for odin let your bottom burp with pride fart for odin , fart for odin to the circle of wind we ride the sheeps stirrup was indeed rocking .