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Subject: Lyr Add: MRS MURPHY From: John M. Date: 18 Sep 04 - 02:20 PM 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 |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: Snuffy Date: 18 Sep 04 - 03:59 PM Hi, John. Mostly similar to yours, but the version I learned as a kid has an extra couplet in the middle and another at the end. Good morning, Mr Murphy. God bless your heart and soul. I tried to fuck your daughter but I couldn't find her hole. At last I found her hole underneath her frock, Then, damn it, Mr Murphy, I couldn't find my cock! At last I found my cock underneath my hand, Then, damn it, Mr Murphy, I couldn't make it stand! At last, I made it stand as straight as any pin, Then, damn it, Mr Murphy, I couldn't get it in! At last I got it in and wiggled it about, Then, damn it, Mr Murphy, I couldn't get it out! At last, I got it out all rosy red and sore, Then, damn it, Mrs Murphy, the bugger wanted MORE. I gave her more and more, as much as I could stand, And now she's wheeling babies up and down the Strand.
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST,Anon Date: 13 Nov 10 - 02:00 AM By golly Mr Murphy, god bless my heart and soul I tried to fuck your daughter but I couldn't find the hole. And when I got it in sir, and wriggled all about By golly Mr Murphy I couldn't get it out. And when I got it out sir, it was so red and sore By golly Mr Murphy I'd rather fuck a door. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST,Sridhar Date: 14 Jun 11 - 06:26 AM Here's the version I learnt as a kid: Good morning Mr Murphy, Sir God bless your heart and soul I went to fuck your daughter, Sir But I couldn't find her hole At last I found her hole, Sir It was beneath her frock But dash it Mr Murphy, Sir I couldn't find my cock At last I found my cock, Sir It was inside my hand But dash it Mr Murphy, Sir I couldn't make it stand At last I made it stand, Sir It stood up like a pin But dash it Mr Murphy, Sir I couldn't push it in At last I pushed in in, Sir Your daughter gave a shout But dash it Mr Murphy, Sir I couldn't pull it out At last I pulled it out, Sir It came out black and sore But dash it Mr Murphy, Sir Your daughter asked for more! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST Date: 08 Sep 12 - 09:48 AM This Is The Version I Was Taught :D G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy, G'ord Bless Me 'eart An' Soul, I Tried Ta Shag Your Daughter, But I Could'nt Find Da 'ole, When I Found Da 'ole Up Da Pretty Frock, G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy I Couldn't Find Ma Cock, When I Found Ma Cock And 'eld In Ma 'and, G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy I Couldn't Get It To Stand, When I Got It Ta Stand As Straight As A Pin, G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy I Couldn't Get It In, When I Got In And Wiggled It About, G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy I Couldnt Get It Out, When I Got It Out All Red And Sore, G'ord Blimey Mrs.Murphy She Only Asked For More (SING) 3 Months Later All Was Well, 6 Months Later Belly Begane To Swell, 9 Months Later Belly Went Pop, Out Come A Baby With A 9 Inch Cook, Ladies And Gentlman That Aint All, Poor Little Fuckers Only Got 1 Ball |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST,Anon Date: 26 Sep 15 - 01:44 PM I remember learning this aged 7 on a field trip attended by lads from a Catholic boarding school. Their version referred to Father Murphy,which added a certain piquancy. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 26 Sep 15 - 05:10 PM Dear Anon, Wonderful addition, thank you. For those who come aft...some details will truly make your contribution priceless: When: approximate Date/Decade Where: Geographic Location (sw liverpoole or sw Los Angeles) How: written bawdy or school yard salute Why: This piece has nostalgia for you Sincerely, Gargoyle |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mrs Murphy From: GUEST,Anon Date: 17 Mar 18 - 02:54 PM Yes me too. I was about 7 or 8 in Littlebeck. |
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