On those rare occasions when I sing "The Fair Flower of Northumberland", I sing, "Get ye doon frae my horse you're a brazen faced miss" or lass, or girl. It's funnier if it doesn't rhyme.
Clam Chowder did "Seven Nights Drunk". Kathy Sobanski would sound wonderfully indignant as the wife, while her husband ad libbed.
"You're drunk!"
"Well I wish I were!"
and similar comments. If someone had called Kathey Sobanski a bitch or a whore, I wouldn't have given much for their chances of survival. Their rendition of "A Glass of Madiera My Dear" had to be heard to be believed. I much prefer the suggestive to the outright bawdy.