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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:27:22 GMT -5
Tune: My Ding-a-ling
CHORUS: The ringadingadoo, pray what is that? It's furry and soft, like a pussy-cat, It's oval shaped, And split in two, That's what they call the Ringadangadoo.
I once knew a girl, her name was Jean, The sweetest girl I'd ever seen, She loved a boy, who was straight and true, Who longed to play on her ringadangdoo.
So she took him to her father's house, And crept inside as quiet as a mouse, And they shut the door and the window too, And he played all night on her Ringadangadoo.
The very next day her father said, 'You've gone and lost your maidenhead! You can pack your bags and suitcase, too, And bugger off with your Ringadingadoo!"
So she went to town and became a whore, And hung a red light outside her door, And one by one and two by two, They came to play on her Ringadangdoo.
Well the hashers came and the hashers went, And the price went down to 50 cent, She got the clap, and syphilis too-- So that was the end of her Ringadingadoo.
And now she lies beneath the sod, They say her soul has gone to God; But every now and then, when he's feeling blue, The devil comes up, to play with her Ringadingadoo !
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