Poor But Honest On a bridge a midnight Picking blackheads from her crotch She said, "Sir, I've never had it." I said, "No, not fucking much." It's the same the whole world over It's the poor what gets the blame It's the rich what gets the pleasure Ain't it all a fucking shame She stood on the bridge at midnight Throwing snowballs at the moon She said, "Sir, I've never had it." But she spoke to fucking soon. Chorus She stood on a bridge at midnight She was looking rather good She had a puppy with her Licking up her menstrual blood. Chorus She stood on the bridge at midnight Looking at a distant punt She had a kitten with her Licking discharge from her cunt. Chorus 1980. Transcribed from the recording on the Compleat Rugby Songs double LP issued by Sportsdisc records
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