Another Song!

Old Joe Offer he lived by himself
As long as he happenned to have his health.
Then one day he went to take a wife
To care for him for the rest of his life.

Chorus:
Singing: I do believe,
And I will believe,
Old Joe Offer was a randy old bugger,
And a randy old bugger was he.

Now the new Mrs Offer she had a bad leg,
The doctor ordered her to bed,
Called Joe in and he says to him,
'You'll have to rub your wife's left leg with gin.'

chorus:

Now old Joe Offer thought 'twere a sin,
To rub his wife's left leg with gin.
So he pulled out the stopper
And poured it down his throttle,
Rubbed his wife's left leg with the bottle!

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Old Joe Offer went walking one day.
Down by the river he happened to stray.
Joe fell in and he started to shout;
There was no bugger there
For to pull the bugger out.

chorus:

Joe he died and he went to heaven.
He got there about half past eleven.
St. Peter met him at the gate,
And said 'Joe Offer
You're too d*mn late!'

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God made bees and bees made honey.
God made man and man made money.
Money made the Devil and the Devil made sin.
We shall have to dig a pit
For to put the bugger in.