I Smell The Stank, I Smell The Stank. Heaven’s A Reekin’ & I Smell The Stank.

Lordy there’s nothing but folks pulling rank

Pecking order, I smell the stank.

Praise my sensing, now that I’ve noticed

Recoil is managed through no one opposing us

See, now we can be friends…

We can be friends, we can be friends,

please do as I say and why not we be friends?

You go on living to whatever end

but pally pal, let us be friends.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

written to: I saw the light

On account a the pope, he is quit.