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Mick The Master Farter

Kevin Bloody Wilson

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Band - Kevin Bloody Wilson Album - Kevs Back(Return of the Yobbo) Song - Mick The Master Farter Tabbed by - Taylor Wasielewski(Singer/ Guitarist of Cantopulous) E] [A] [B7] [A] [E] I first [E]met him in the classroom back in [A]1963 And [B7]we seemed to hit it off pretty good, we were [A]mates, Mick and [E]me He [E]wasn't such a big kid, even [A]back then at the start And he [B7]wasn't all that clever either, but Jesus he could [E]fart I first [E]found that out in class one day, when [A]things were going pretty slow And [B7]just to keep us all amused, Mick let this [A]fucking ripper [E]go Well, you [E]should�ve been there, look, I'd [A]describe it if I could But [B7]I just turned around, and I said, "Hey Mick you�re fucking [E]good" And at the [E]end of school Grand Final on the [A]rugby field that time [B7]We were getting beaten, they were [A]12 and we were [E]9 And play was [E]3 yards from our goal-line, when the [A]referee called a scrum And [B7]Mick said, "Don't worry fellas, we've as good as got it [E]won" So we just [E]locked ourselves down in the scrum, and we [A]held each other�s nose And [B7]Mick our little hooker, he let this [A]fucking ripper [E]go Well, it [E]stung their nose, and it burnt their eyes, and it [A]even scorched the grass And I [B7]twigged right then and there, he had a double jointed [E]arse Chorus: [A]Mick, me mate the master [E]farter Put the art back into farting, with his custom tailored [B7]farts [A]Mick, me mate the master [E]farter Broke new ground in breaking wind, with his [B7]double jointed [E]arse [A] [B7] [A] [E] And it was [E]just a couple of years later, we both [A]went to see Kamaahl It was a [B7]really poshy sort of show, in this [A]great big bloody [E]hall And all the [E]blokes were dressed like penguins, and you [A]should have seen the sorts And [B7]Kamaahl himself wore a sheilas dress, like a bloody black Boy [E]George And we were all [E]locked in there like sardines, for the [A]show to get underway But the [B7]tuba player didn't lob, he'd [A]booked off crook that [E]day And Kamaahl said, [E]"Without a tuba player, I [A]cannot commence the show" So old [B7]Mick jumps up said, "Sambo mate, I'll have a fucking [E]go" Well, from [E]then on in I honestly thought, that the [A]whole show would be ruined But he just [B7]winked at me and picked that tuba up, just like he [A]knew what he was [E]doing Then the [E]maestro tapped his little stick to [A]tell the band to start And [B7]Mick just shut his eyes and cocked his leg, and then began to [E]fart Well you [E]could have heard a pin drop, that [A]night there in the hall And it's [B7]hard to say who sounded best, Mick [A]farting or Ka[E]maahl Then the [E]audience just went apeshit, they [A]cheered and clapped and stood And [B7]Kamaahl smiled as if to say, "Hey Mick, you�re fucking [E]good Chorus: [A]Mick me mate the master [E]farter Put the art back into farting, with his custom tailored [B7]farts [A]Mick me mate the master [E]farter With his true-pitch perfect, calibrated, [B7]double jointed [E]arse [A] [B7] [A] [E] Well, [E]good news travels fast it seems and it [A]wasn't very long Before [B7]Mick got this midnight phonecall from Ben [A]Lexan and Alan [E]Bond They said, [E]"Mick we've got this specialist job, and [A]we're prepared to pay ya [B7]Mick old son would you consider farting for Aust[E]ralia" We'll just [E]prop you on our brand new yacht, when [A]there�s no sea-breeze blowing And get [B7]Mick the master farter to start her and [A]keep the bastard [E]going So [E]Mick went into training on [A]sausage rolls and pies And [B7]Vegemite and Fosters beer and a scholarship from [E]Heinz The [E]world had never seen before a [A]yacht so finely groomed Or a [B7]crew so fit and young and strong, or an [A]arse so finely [E]tuned The [E]Yanks weren't even in the race, not [A]even in the same class What with [B7]Ben Lexan and his secret keel and Micks fuel injected [E]arse Well he [E]come back a bloody hero didn't he, the [A]all Australian boy And [B7]government commissioned this bloke to do a big [A]statue of his [E]koy And [E]I can still see Mick standing there when [A]they confirmed his Knighthood And [B7]Bob[NC] Hawke pinning it on saying, "Hey Mick, you�re fucking [E]good" Chorus: [A]Mick me mate the master [E]farter Put the class back into farting, with his designer-label [B7]farts [A]Mick me mate the master [E]farter [B7]Wth his true-pitch perfect, calibrated, turbo thrusted, fuel injected, W.I.N.G.S. protected, [B7]double jointed [E]arse [A] [B7] [A] [E]
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