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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:29:35 GMT -5
Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along (The Army Song/The Field Artillery Song)
You can tell by the stain that she's in a lot of pain When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by her stance she's got cotton in her pants When the end of the month rolls around.
CHORUS: For it's hi, hi, hee, in the Kotex factory, Shout out your sizes loud and strong: We've got Super Extra Large, We've got rags to fill a barge; When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her walk that you'll sit around and talk When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by the blotch that she's got a leaky crotch When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her eyes there is blood between her thighs When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by her pout that her eggs are falling out When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her smell that she isn't feeling well When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell that it itches by the way she always bitches When the end of the month rolls around.
You can bet it ain't sweat when her underwear is wet When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by the stink that she isn't in the pink When the end of the month rolls around.
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