 In a quiet town called Plankton, near the English shore, lives a little boy named James, just turned one year old. He's got a mighty tie, much to our surprise. It ain't his crawling or babbling, it's the gassy supplies. You'd think he was a tractor, how he rumbles and roars. He can clear out a room and shake the whole floor. Mama's lighting candles, daddy's holding his nose. James the farting wonder. He's the star of our show. James Farnham. Hear it loud and clear. He's the wind and pattern. That's for sure, my dear. From diapers to dinner, he's always on the blast with a toot and a giggle. his fame is gonna last. Neighbors shake their heads as we walk down the lane. Here comes James, the fodder, we laugh through the pain. Even the dogs scatter when he lets one fly. He's got a gift, our little guy, no use in asking why. Granny says he's healthy Uncle Joe just grins, every meal's an adventure Let the flatulence begin, we keep him well fit So he stays all gassed up In the annals of Pagam, James is coming up So here's to our boy with a special gift He makes us laugh even when it's stiff We love him a bit, bits, farts and all James, keep tootin', you're a wreckin' ball James Barnham, here in Loudon Cliff He's the you're tagging, that's for sure, my dear From diapers to dinner, he's always on the blast With a toot and a giggle, his fame is gonna last James Farnham, hear it loud and clear He's the wind you're tagging, that's for sure, my dear From diapers to dinner, he's always on the blast with a toot and a giggle His fame is gonna last, James Farnham Hear it loud and clear, he's the wind and tiger That's for sure, my dear, from diapers to dinner He's always on the blast with a toot and a giggle His fame is gonna last, James Farnham He's the wind and tiger, that's for sure, my dear. As we walk down the lane, here comes James, the fodder we laugh through the pain. Even the dog's scattered when he lets one fly. He's got a gift, our little guy, no use in asking why. Granny says he's healthy, Uncle Joe just grins. Every meal's an adventure. Let the flatulence begin to keep him well fit. So it stays all gassed up in the annals of Pagam, James is coming up So here's to our boy with his special gift He makes us laugh even when it's stiff We love him to bits, farts, and all gants Keep to your wrecking ball In the annals of Pagam, James is coming up, so here's to our boy with his special gift. He makes us laugh even when it's stiff. We love him to bits, farts and all. James, keep tuned, you're wrecking ball. you

James' Fart Anthem