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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:52:30 GMT -5
Tune: The Ash Grove
The mayor of Bayswater, He has a lovely daughter, And the hairs on her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees,
CHORUS: And the hairs, And the hairs, And the hairs on her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees, One black one, one white one, And one with a little shite on, And the hairs of her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees.
VERSES:
If she were my daughter, I'd have them cut shorter
Her hairs we so tangled, Her first-born was strangled
I've smelt it, I've felt it, It's just like a piece of velvet
I've seen it, I've seen it, I've lain right in between it
I could not believe my eyes, When I peed between her thighs
She slept with a demon, Who washed her with semen
She lived on a mountain, And fucked like a bloody fountain
She stayed on a cattle ranch, And came like a bloody avalanche
She married an Italian, With balls like a fucking stallion
She divorced the Italian, And married a stallion
Her cat's name was Boris, And it played with her clitoris
She married a Spaniard, With a prick like a bloody lanyard
She went with a Hash House Harrier, Who fucked her but wouldn't marry her
You need a coal miner, To find her vagina
I've licked it, I've kissed it, It tastes like a chocolate biscuit
The light is so glitorous, When it shines off her clitoris
Her vagina was squishy, And smelled a bit fishy
The aroma it lingers, It smells like fish fingers
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