Jonathan Lewis

Number One Fan

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Lyrics

You know when you’re all alone
Just driving in your car
Got your windows rolled up
And you let out a fart

And you don’t know what to do
When you take a wiff and you
Kind of like it

Everybody likes their own brand
When you fart you’re your number one fan
Everybody likes their own brand
And you know it’s true

You know when you’re on the pot
Just cooking something hot
And you look down and sniff
For some reason you can’t quit

Cause something happy’s in the air
And you wish someone was there
To enjoy it with you

Everybody likes their own brand
When you fart you’re your number one fan
Everybody likes their own brand
And you know it’s true

At the ball game when everyone cheers
At the office when you can blame your chair
In the hot tub with the jets turned on high
In the bank line when you can blame that guy
standing right behind you
eating a bean burrito coincidentally

At the local gym while you’re working your abs
At the public pool you know everyone has
At your grandma’s where it’s called passing gas
At your friend’s house where it’s called busting

Everybody likes their own brand
When you fart you’re your number one fan
Everybody likes their own brand
And you know it’s true