In my quest for an hour of songs,
I've started off right.
I started with a song or two.
I started off right.

Sometimes you hit a dry patch,
but you move on with all your might.
So I sing a long song, a long song.
I just keep on agoing.

Singing song after song
while my winds they are a blowing.
'Cause I'm tooting while I'm singing this.
And singing while I toot!
It's a tooty song, tooty song from me to you.

And I hope that when you hear this
the smell carries through.
Because it smells oh, so weird,
and I'm thinking of you.

Toot-toot. Toot-toot-toot.
Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot.
I am tooting and singing.
And thinking of you.

How would you like
to go on adventure?
Traveling the world
with some gastronomic
delights?

And everywhere you go,
you could toot up a story!
Use those toot muscles
to toot it up right!

Carrying songs of your forebears,
your forebears and mine!
Tooting songs of love,
or, at least, what you loved last night.

The glorious food stuffs
that you have eaten right!
You will sing their praises
the following night.

As you toot their stories
with all of your might.
And I hope that you do this,
because it would be right.