Irish Heart's Release
Criado por FirstTenor76 com Udio AI
Lyrics
yo dee doh dee doh yo doh dee dee doh (Verse 1) In a quaint Irish pub, where the stout flows free, There's a tale of relief that's dear to me. It's not of heroes, nor of ancient lore, But of a humble act that we all adore. (Chorus) Oh, the sweet liberation, when the gas sets free, A symphony of sound, a joyful melody. From the depths of the gut, to the air so grand, A fart unleashed, across the land. (Verse 2) In the misty hills, where the sheep do graze, There's a secret joy in those windy days. It starts with a rumble, deep in your core, Then a trumpet blast, like never before. (Bridge) Some may scoff, and turn up their nose, But they've never felt the bliss it bestows. So let's raise a glass, to this humble heart, For a good fart is truly a work of art. (Outro) So here's to a toot, both silent and loud, In every Irish heart, it's always allowed. For in the joy of a fart, we find release, A moment of peace, in a world of unease.
