Something more in my usual vein. If the imagery is a little too raucous it isn't meant to be it just came out that way.

Sing every song

To the tune of Whiskey in the Jar – Lynnard Skynard version

V

As I was heading home now
From a righteous night of drinking
"Need the pleasure of a woman"
My poor addled brain was thinking

C

I pulled her in to the back of my car
No care for looks you know
Just stoke the fire and go
This girl she will go far

V

She was no vestral virgin
She was no real good looker
If there were laws again rough looks
The police they would book her

C

But she is mine in the race from the bar
Can't all be roses friend
Weed's a flower in the end
And this girl is a star

V

I wake up in the morning
My trouble it is dawning
My best mate's mum is in my bed
And it's more she'll be a wanting

C

You got to try every song you can sing
Old, young, and thin and fat
The big busted and the flat
The pleasure they can bring

Hyp