THE COUNTRY GENTLEMAN

CHORUS:
Singing High Jig-a-Jig, Fuck the little pig.
Follow the band, Follow the band all the way.
Singing High Jig-a-Jig, Fuck a little pig.
Follow the band, Follow the band all the way!

I took my Missus horse riding, horse riding
She stuck it as long as she could;
She stuck it and stuck it until she said, "Fuck it,
My arse hole is not made of wood."

I took my wife for a ramble, a ramble
Along a country land
She caught her left tit on a bramble, a bramble
And arse over buttocks she came.

I asked her if it hurt her, hurt her,
If she had gone through any pain.
Before she could answer, could answer
She was arse over buttocks again.