You couldn’t smell your dinner
If you didn’t have a nose
You couldn’t tell a dirty nappy
From a summer rose
You couldn’t smell the ocean
Or the traffic, I suppose
Oh wouldn’t it be funny
If you didn’t have a nose?
You couldn’t smell your mummy
If you didn’t have a nose
You couldn’t tell an orange
From a row of smelly toes
You couldn’t smell the burning
(think how quick a fire grows)
Wouldn’t it be funny
If you didn’t have a nose?
Where would we be without our hooters?
Nothing else would really suit us.
What would we sniff through?
How would we sneeze?
What would we wipe
Upon our sleeves?
You couldn’t smell a rat
If you didn’t have a nose
You couldn’t tell a duchess
From a herd of buffaloes
And … mmmm that Gorgonzola
As it starts to decompose
Oh wouldn’t it be funny
If you didn’t have a nose?
Where would we be without our hooters?
Nothing else would really suit us.
And think of those who
Rub their noses
Life would be tough for
Eskimoses