Hello everyone,

I am seeking people who know the following song/recitation:

<e: (typed to a rap beat)
Good morning, Mrs Murphy. I praise your heart and soul.
I tried to fuck your daughter but I couldn't find her hole.

I finally found her hole beneath a golden flock.
God damn it, Mrs Murphy, I couldn't find my cock!

I finally found my cock beneath some folds of skin.
God damn it, Mrs Murphy, I couldn't get it in!

I finally got it in and wiggled it all about.
God damn it, Mrs Murphy, I couldn't get it out!

I finally got it out all black and bruised and sore.
God damn it, Mrs Murphy, your daughter wanted MORE!>

[From: Carol Mandera <mandera(AT)
lewis.MT.net>, Date: 1996/09/08,
Usenet: rec.motorcycles.harley]

The above text is from the Google Usenet archives. I am familiar with the song/recitation "Walking Down Canal Street" which is very similar (from Gargoyle):

CANAL STREET

Walking down Canal Street knocking every door,
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch! Couldn't find a whore.

Finally found a whore, trying to get it in,
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch! Couldn't get it in.

Finally got it in, trying to get it out,
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch! Couldn't get it out.

Finally got it out. The thing was red and sore.
The moral of this story: Never fuck a whore.

You can listen to a version of this song from 1967 here: www.immortalia.com