[TERRANCE]
Shut your fuckin' face, uncle fucker
You're a cock-suckin', ass-lickin' uncle fucker
You're an uncle fucker, yes, it's true
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you

[PHILLIP]
Shut your fuckin' face, uncle fucker
You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucker
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn
You just fuck your uncle all day long

[Phillip farts rapidly in a way that sounds like music.]

[PHILLIP]
Hm!

[Terrance farts rapidly as well. Phillip joins in and they both fart rapidly in a way that sound like melodies. After finishing the rythmical farts, Terrance and Phillip laugh loudly while running into the crosswalk of a road with traffic and fart close to the traffic controller.]

[TERRANCE & PHILLIP]
Ahahahahahahahahaha

[TRAFFIC CONTROLLER]
What's going on here?

[Terrance and Phillip fart around him in a musical-sounding way. Then, the traffic controller joins them as well. The drivers and passangers of the cars in traffic join in as well and start singing the following.]
[DRIVERS AND PASSENGERS]
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Uncle fucka, uncle fucka, uncle fucka, uncle fucka
(Oh)

[Terrance, Phillip and the traffic controller fart for one last time.]

[TERRANCE & PHILLIP, TERRANCE]
Shut your fuckin' face, uncle fucker (Uncle fucker)
You're a boner bitin' bastard, uncle fucker

[TERRANCE]
You're an uncle fucker, I must say

[PHILLIP, TERRANCE & PHILLIP]
Well, you fucked your uncle yesterday (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[TERRANCE & PHILLIP]
Uncle fucker

[TERRANCE, PHILLIP & ENSEMBLE]
That's U-N-C-L-E, fuck you
Uncle fucka

[PHILLIP, spoken]
Suck my balls