A bicyle seat is slant and narrow, An orange rolls off and falls in the barrow, Hits a flea upon his head, "Ow!" cries he "I thought they said YOU wouldn't hurt a flea!"
My Lady sits and peels an orange, Upon her bicyle seat while pedaling She's gone to work in the circus, From there who knows where she is heading?
The up and down and pumping On a bicylce seat reminds me Of orange-eating fleas in winter And lovers in bed a'scratching!
One more 'cause it's so MUCH FUN! This one is based on growing up in Colorado where a lot of idiots used to come to hunt poor Bambies and usually wound up shooting either each other or a resident cow!
Steathily, grunting, liquored up They climb the hills together, Eyes bloodshot and their rifles cocked They're out to shoot a mother.
They have some oranges in their pockets, And orange garments all over their bodies, When they find a carcass of their own, On a bicyle seat in a wadi!
I can't help it! Make me stop! Aaarggghhhh.....!
Sexy Susie Sucks an Orange Rides on a bicylce seat to Sara's Says She to Her, "I never knew, There's Fleas in the Sahara!"
NOW, GO SING "SAHARA, NOW YOU'RE DRY LIKE ME!" (great old Prohibition tune!)