That was a terrible song ...
There was a joung lady from Exeter
So pretty that men crained their necks to her
And one was so brave
As to actually wave
The distinguishing mark of his sex to her.
That was a terrible song,
Sing us another one do .......
When her daughter got married in Bicester,
Her mother remarked as she kissed her,
"That fellow you've won,
Is sure to be fun,
Since tea he's ****ed me and your sister."
The jolly old Bishop of Birmingham,
He ******ed three maids while confirming 'em,
As they knelt seeking God,
He excited his rod,
And pumped his Episcopal Sperm in 'em.
A lady while dining at Crewe,
Found an elephant's dong in her stew,
Said the waiter, "Don't shout,
Or wave it about,
Or the others will all want one too.!"
There was a young woman of Croft,
Who played with herself in a loft,
Having reasoned that candles,
Could never cause scandals,
Besides which they did not go soft.
There was a young lady from France,
Who decided to take just one chance.
For an hour or so,
She just let herself go,
And now all her sisters are aunts.
A young man with passions quite gingery,
Tore a hole in his sister's best lingerie.
He slapped her behind,
And made up his mind,
To add incest to insult and injury.
There was a young couple named Kelly,
Who once got stuck belly to belly,
Because in their haste,
They used library paste,
Instead of petroleum jelly.
There was a young fellow from Kent,
Whose prick was so long that it bent,
To save himself trouble,
He put it in double,
And instead of cumming he went.
There was a young lady from Kew,
Who filled her vagina with glue.
She said with a grin,
"If they pay to get in,
They'll pay to get out of it too."
There was a young man called Leach,
Who went for a sleep on the beach,
Along came an seagull ,
Or was it an eagle,
And shat in his eye what a peach.
There was a young man called Howells,
Who ate s--t from dead horses bowels,
When he couldnt get this
He drank prostitutes piss,
Which dripped from their sanitory towels