"Bohemian Warthog Rhapsody" (Sung to the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody")

Is this my real life?
Am I just a fantasy?
Passing gas, trying to hide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, close you buttocks and see
I'm just a flatulent boy, I need some sympathy
'Cause I'm hankuna matata, ho ho ho
Fiber high, manners low
Any way the wind breaks
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Timon, just passed some gas
Put a cockroach in my head, swallowed it, and now it's dead
Timon, life had just begun
But now I've gone and farted it all away
Timon, oooooooh
Didn't mean to make it reek
I won't be back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if I don't really matter

Too late, my gas is gone
Send's shivers down my spine
Stomach's growling all the time
Goodbbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta get Pepto-Bismal and face the truth
Timon, oooooooh
I don't want to fart
I sometimes wish I hadn't have eaten at all

I see a cub named Simba, what a man
Dad got pushed, Dad got pushed, will you eat a darn mango
Scar is very frightening, very very frightning me
Rafiki (Rafiki) Rafiki (Rafiki) Figaro 
Magnifico We're just poor boys, nobody love us
They are just poor boys from poor families
Spare them their lives for this monstrocity
Hakuna matata, ho ho ho, will you let me go
Rafiki No! He will not let you go
(Let me go!) Rafiki he will not let you go
(Let me go) Rafiki he will not let you go
(Let me go) let them go (Let us go) ohhhhhh
No no no no no no no
(oh, Timon, Timon) Timon , let him go
Scar has  himself put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think I'm not a nice kind of guy
So you think that Simba is only five
Ohhh baby, can't do this to us baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get us out of here

I really matter, anyone can see
I really matter, I really matter to me

Anyway the wind breaks




-by PF4Eva@aol.com