Songbook: Wild Pervert To the tune of 'Wild Rover', a trad. Irish tune
Knock knock?
Who's there?
Ribena.
Ribena who?
Ribena wild pervert for many's a year And I spent all my money on leather and gear. And now I'm returning pursued by the law And the straps on my G-string are rubbing me raw.
Chorus: And it's no nay never, (Right up yer kilt!) No nay never no more Will I play the wild pervert No never no more.
I went to a brothel I used to frequent And I told the landlady my habits were bent. I asked her for kiddies, she answered me "Nay, For it's customs like yours will get me put away."
Chorus
I took from my pocket a handful of red To be smoked in a pipe, she went out of her head. She said "We've got kiddies and whips of the best If they can't take it all you can give me the rest!"
Chorus
I'll go home to my parents confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their incestuous son. And if they caress me as oft times before Then I swear I will play the wild pervert once more.