SALOME

Down our street we had a merry party,
Everybody there was all so gay and hearty,
Talk about a treat; we ate all the meat,
And we drank all the beer from the boozer's down the street.

There was old Uncle Ned, he was fair fucked up,
So we put him in the cellar with his old bull pup,
Little sonny Jim was trying to get in,
With his arsehole winking at the moon.

Oh, Salome, Salome, that's my girl Salome,
Standing there with her arse all bare,
Every little wiggle makes the boys all stare.
Oh, slide it, and glide it,
Right up her fucking chute,
Two brass balls and the shankers too,
And a foreskin full of shit.

She's a big fat cow, twice the size of me,
Hairs on her belly like the branches on a tree,
She can run, jump, fight, fuck,
Wheel a barrow, drive a truck,
That's my girl Salome.

On Monday night she takes it up her back,
On Tuesday night she hauls in all the slack.
Wednesday night she has a spell,
Thursday night she fucks like hell,
On Friday night she takes it up her nose,
In between her fingers, down between her toes,
Saturday night she dishes out jam
And she goes to church on Sunday.

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,
And a fucking good sunbeam am I.

@bawdy
filename[ SALOME
Feb07
mudcat.org

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