Stop lighting up your farts © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "DRIVIN' THRU MY HEART" BY: THE DONNAS BONUS QUOTE: "I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn't park anywhere near the place." STEVEN WRIGHT		I recently received a mail from an old girlfriend who wanted to tell me that this hobby of mine had rubbed on to her and that she had written a song about the relation with one of her exes. She didn't specifically state that it was about me but some details seemed vaguely familiar so I guess that was implied. Still there are two questions unanswered now that I'm going forth with her song, should I feel insulted and will anyone actually believe in this crappy intro when they have read the lyrics too? If near a match you are bending over You always smelled like ash Was I your girlfriend or just a gofer? I should have gotten cash There is no way that I'll let you back With your blasted ways, I rather kick you where it's pitch black Stop lighting up your farts Say did I look a crispy tart? Stop lighting up your farts You stupid flambéed work of art You burned me for the third time New Year's Day Our love was overdue I saw you with some beans and I ran away I'm not a hottie that you can blow through Now stay away 'cos you can't come back You're a matchstick man and I will beat you with an ice pack Stop lighting up your farts At least when you are playing darts Stop lighting up your farts You stupid flambéed work of art You need a doctor that's for certain What's wrong with you? I just found burn marks on my old curtains I'm really feeling blue There is no way that I'll let you back With your blasted ways, I rather kick you in the gas crack Stop lighting up your farts At least when at the Mini Mart Stop lighting up your farts You stupid flambéed work of art Stop lighting up your farts I don't buy it's a martial art Stop lighting up your farts You stupid flambéed work of art © Peter Andersson 2007
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