My life was Catholic,
I wasn't rude.
I shot a fat guy,
And now I'm screwed.
I was having a bad day,
Fat guy farted in my face.
And sadly for Fatso,
I had a gun,
And now Fatso's dead

CHORUS:
I'm going down.
I'm going down.
I'm going down, for sure.

I don't see how,
Jesus can save me now.
And my alibi was poor,
So I'm going down for sure

Yeah, he boffed in my face,
In a confined space.
My expression told him he was
Gonna die,
And I don't think
I will see light again.
But Fatso's expression will last to the end

(CHORUS)

I don't see how,
Jesus can save me now.
And my alibi was poor,
So I'm going down for sure

Na-na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na-nah

(Instrumental)
(CHORUS)

There must be an angel,
With a hole in his head
From that time that I shot Fatso dead.

Now I say this from the heart
You should think before you fart