The boy stood on the burning deck His arse against the mast. He dared not move a fucking inch Till the dreaded bummer passed. This bummer was a crafty sod He threw the lad a fritter. The lad bent down to pick it up - WHAM !! Six inches up his shitter. In the merry month of Liverpool In the City of July, The rain was snowing heavily And the streets were desert dry. The elephant is a bonny bird Which flies across the sky - It makes its nest in rhubarb trees And yodels like a fly. Davy Crockett Built a rocket. The rocket went "bang !", His ball went clang And he found his prick in a pocket. When I was young I had no sense I ripped my bollocks on a barbed-wire fence. Off to the doctor's I did go Balls and all I had to show. He set me on a ten foot stool And cut four inches off my tool. When I came home my sister laughed To see a broom without a shaft. (I'll get me Barbour . . . )
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