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MORE ROWDY SONGS NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN
OR SMALL DOGS!
-transcribed by Ioseph of Locksley
All lyrics Public Domain / NO copyright!
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THE BALL OF BALLYKNURE (AKA: THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS)
-supposedly Robert Burns; dates from the 1880's
(1) Oh the Ball, the Ball of Ballyknure
Where your wife, and my wife, were doin' it on the floor!
(chorus) Wha' do ya, lassie?
and wha' do y'noo?
I'm the man what did y'last, lass,
I canna do y'noo!
The Queen was in the parlour, eatin bread and honey
The King was in the chambermaid, and she was in the money!
The village idiot he was there, a-sittin' by the fire
Attempting masturbation with an india-rubber tyre!
Oh the village postman he was there, but he had the Pox
He couldna' do the ladies so he did the letter-box!
The Queen of England she was there, backed against the wall
"Put yer money on the table, boys, I'm going ta do you all!"
The Count and Countess, they were there, a-doin' on the stair
The bannister broke, and down they fell, they finished in mid-air!
There was music in the garden, there was music in the sticks
You couldna' hear the music for the swishin' o' the pricks!
They were doin' it on the landing, they were doin' it on the stairs
You couldna' see the carpet for the wealth of pubic hairs!
The Kingdom Herald, he was there, whattya think o'that?
Blazoning positions wi' a Duchess and a cat!
(10) The fubba-wubbas they were there, sittin' all alone
Complainin of the doin's with loud and piercing moans!
Mr. Jameison he was there, the one that fought the Boers
He jumped up on the table and he shouted for the hoors!
The Board of Directors they were there, and they were shocked to see
Four-and-twenty maidenheads a-hangin' from a tree!
John the Blacksmith he was there, he wouldna play the game
He did a lassie seven times, but wouldna see her hame!
The village Constable he was there, now whattya think o'that?
Amusin' himself by abusin' himself, and catchin' it in his hat...
* more *
Ball of Ballyknure (cont.)
It started out so simple-like: each lad and lassie mated
But pretty soon the doin's got so bloody complicated!
Four and twenty virgins came down from Cuinimore
Only two got back again, and they were double-bore!
Clan MacChluarain, they were there, sleepin in the shade
For no one could decide if they were Man, or Sheep, or Maid!
The village pervert he was there, scratchin' at his crotch
But no one minded him at all, he was only there to watch!
The Kingdom Seneshal was there, linin' 'em up in rows
He didna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his toes!
(20) The village cripple he was there, but he didna shag too much
His old John Thomas had fallen off, so he did 'em with his crutch!
The old schoolteacher he was there, he diddled by rule-of-thumb
workin' logarithmicly the times that he would come!
The village chimney-sweep was there, a really filthy brute
For every time he farted, he covered 'em all with soot!
The local Cavaliers were there, in elegance they sat
A-doin' Things Unusual with the feathers in their hat!
The Rapier-fighters they were there, doin' what they could
A-thrustin' and a-parryin' with Real Steel, not with wood!
The local Hordesmen they were there, busier than bees
the ladies wouldna have 'em, so they diddled dogs and trees!
The village carpenter he was there, with his prick of wood
He made it when he lost his own, and it worked just as good!
The shenai-fighters they were there, all wrapped up in smiles
A-doin' everyone they could in Oriental style!
The College of Heralds they were there, in the other room
Arguin' about who would do what, with which, to whom!
The rattan-jocks were out in force and they were such a sight
They didna do the ladies 'cause they'd heard there was a fight!
(30) The old fishmonger he was there, a dirty stinkin sod
He never got a rise that night, so he diddled 'em with a cod!
The Kingdom Laurels they were there, and quite a sight to see
A-doin' everyone they could, and most artisticly!
The Kingdom Pelicans were there, doin' it with a sob
They diddled out of duty; it was just another job!
Four and twenty virgins went down to Inverness
And when the Ball was over, there were four and twenty less!
* more *
Ball of Ballyknure (cont.)
There was doin's on the porches, and doin's on the stones
You couldna' hear the music for the loud and joyful moans!
(insert name) he was there, covered up with smiles
Doin' thirty-two at once, and in amazing style!
All the Kingdom spodes were there, but they just sat and sulked
For this was the occasion that no one told them "Get fulked!"
Clan MacChluarain they were there, chasin' round the Keep
And every single man of them buggerin' a sheep!
(insert name) had a gerbil, he diddled it very well
He didn't wrap it in duct tape: he blew it all to hell!
(insert name) he was there, with his favourite toys:
A dozen beautiful women, and a dozen beautiful boys!
(40) (insert name) he was there; he wasn't very nice
He didna do the ladies, he did gerbils, rats and mice!
(insert name) she was there, covered all in sweat,
Takin' on all comers, and she hasn't finished yet!
(insert name) she was there, covered all in sweat,
The Dark Horde carried her away, and we ain't found her yet!
The Locksley Monsters they were there, lookin' for some nookie
But they got distracted by a chocolate chippie cookie!
(insert name) he was there, a crafty friend of Ghengis,
He speaks a lot of languages; he is a cunning linguist!
The village Masochist, he was there, beggin' for some blows
The Sadist merely looked at him, and softly answered "No!"
Yang the Nauseating was sittin' out in back
The ladies did na' want him for he smelled too much of yak!
The village druggist he was there, grinnin' like a fox
He'd sold out of condoms, so he sold 'em dirty socks!
Buell the Kind was also there, that beggar meek and mild,
He didna' do the ladies, he had brought his favourite child!
(insert name) he was there at the revel feast
He doesn't like the girls, and the boys call him "The Beast!"
(50) And in the morning, early, the Farmer nearly shat
For four and twenty acres was nearly fuckit flat!
It was a grand old party, lads, and sure a Locksley Plot
And every lad and lassie there was glad of what they got!
And when the Ball was over, everyone confessed
The music it was wonderful, but the "doin's" were the best!
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Follows are extra verses, and XXX-rated verses, to "The Ball of
Ballyknure":
(Alternate CHORUS): Singin' balls to your partner
Arse agin' th' wall!
If y'canna' get laid on Saturday nicht
You canna' get laid at all!
The Minister's wife, she was there, buckled tae th' front
Wi' a wreath of roses round her arse, and thistles round her cunt!
The Minister's dochter, she was there, an' she gat roarin' fu'
Sae they doubled her ower the midden wa' and did her like a coo!
The undertaker he was there, in a long black shroud
Swinging from the chandelier, and pissing on the crowd!
(insert name) was there, as well, she kept us all in fits
Jumping off the mantlepiece, and bouncing on her tits!
The village cooper he was there; he had a mighty tool!
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and yodeled thru the hole!
The local vicar, he was there, his collar back to front
He said, "My girls, thy sins are blessed!" and shoved it up their
cunts!
The local surgeon, he was there, with his knife in hand,
And every time he turned around, he circumsized a man!
(60) The village idiot he was there, up to his favorite trick:
Bouncin' on his testicles and whistlin' thru his prick!
The village fireman was there, quenchin' lassie's fires
He diddled 'em in the firetruck, right beside the tires!
(insert name) was also there, standing back-to-front,
With thirteen inches of candlestick inserted in her cunt!
The village nympho, she was there, wi' a happy grin
Every hole was stuffit fu', and she was fu' o' quim!
The village glazier he was there, with his prick of glass
He diddled 'em in their cunnys, and also in the ass!
One female musician was some sight to watch
With "Dowland" from her lute, and "Palestrina" from her crotch!
There was doin's in the bedrooms, there was doin's in the tub
'Till every single pecker there was worn down to a nub!
The bride was in the bedroom, explainin' to the groom:
The vagina, not the rectum, is the entrance to the womb!
The King was in the counting house, counting out his wealth;
The Queen was in the parlor, playin' with herself!
* more *
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
(insert name) he was there, his balls was made of brass
And when he blew a fart, m'lads, sparks flew out his ass!
(70) The tailor was a busy man; his work went to his head
Sewing up the stretched-out cunts with miles and miles of thread!
The Elder Statesmen all were there; they were too old to firk,
So they sat around the table and they had a circle-jerk!
(insert name) was excited and racin' round the hall
A-pullin' on his pecker and showin' off his balls!
The Parson's wife, she was there; she was the worst of all:
She pulled her skirts above her head and shouted: "Fuck it all!"
(insert name) he was there; he played a wily game:
He did his lassie fourteen times before he finally came!
(name) and (name) they were there, and they were quite a pair,
Each did a lassie seven times, and never touched the hair!
(insert name) he was there, up to his old trick:
Dancin' naked 'round the room, pirouettin' on his prick!
(insert name) he was there, but he wouldna' dance,
Just sat there with his ten-inch rise, a-waitin' for his chance!
(insert name) he was there; he was the perfect fool:
He sat beneath the old oak tree, and whittled off his tool!
(insert name) he was there, up from Dungaree
With a yard-and-a-half of Glory, that hung below his knee!
(80) The Queen, she had a chicken, the King he had a duck,
So they put them on the table to see if they would fight!
The cows were wearin' bridles, the horses wearin' bits
The Queen she wore two harness-rings thru the nipples of her tits!
(insert name) he was there, grinnin' at the Queen
He'd built himself a dildo, and powered it by steam!
(insert name) he was there, that rowdy rantin' bloke
Masturbatin' all by himself with a backhand double stroke!
The Royal Fool was also there, sittin' in the hall,
Tryin' to do a mongoose with an india-rubber ball!
(insert name) he was there, that egocentric elf,
The ladies were na' guid enough, so he went and fucked himself!
(insert name) she was there, and she was very strange:
You stick a dollar in her cunt, she'd spit back 10 cents change!
(insert name) he was there, but he was fast asleep
The ladies wouldna have him, and we'd run clean out of sheep!
* more *
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.):
(Alternate CHORUS): Singin' who hae ye, lassie?
Who hae ye noo?
The ane that had ye last time
He canna hae ye noo!
(insert name) he was there, big and strong and mean,
Out behind the bushes, boys, picking his next Queen!
They tried it on the garden path, and once around the park,
And when the candles snotted out, they diddled in the dark!
(90) First they did it simple, then they tried it he's and she's,
But before the ball was over, they went at it fives and threes!
The groom was in the corner, oiling up his tool,
The bride was in the icebox, her private parts to cool!
(insert name) (s)he was there, backed against the wall,
(s)he didn't want the doin's, just a lot of alcohol!
First lady over, second lady front,
Third lady's finger up the fourth lady's cunt!
Fifth lady worn and dry, sixth lady passed,
Seventh lady's finger up the eighth lady's ass!
Ninth lady forward, tenth lady back,
Eleventh lady's finger in the twelfth lady's crack!
(insert name) he was there, givin' happy sighs!
His rise had used up so much skin he couldna close his eyes!
A strapping Scotsman he was there, known to all as "Ronald"
His rise it weighed a quarter-pound...he must be a MacDonald!
Bunny Foo-foo he was there, hoppin' thru the wood,
Doin' the Good Fairy like a horny rabbit should!
Big Goon Foo-Foo, he was there, stomping thru the weeds
Buggering the Good Fairy ( his attitudes have NEEDS! )
(100) Monty Python, they were there, with their ferocious MOOSE,
"The bloody parrot's bloomin' DEAD; 'e canna reproduce!"
(insert name), that randy wench, she was also there,
And thirty men were suckit dry before she stopped for air!
(name) and (name) they were there, havin' themselves a ball,
She hiccuped as he took her, and she swallowed him, shoes and all!
The Kingdom Marshal, he was there, full of botheration,
For nobody signed a waiver for the evening's fornication!
(insert name) she was there, and she was lookin' pert,
With six or seven Cavaliers underneath her skirt!
* more *
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
(insert name) was also there, with his feather-bed,
And on the bedposts he had marked his score of maidenheads!
Santa Claus was also there, and very drunk, I fear,
You'd be drunk there with him if you came just once a year!
(insert name) he was there, and he was smooth and slick,
Tallyin' up his score that night by notches on his prick!
The village dwarf was also there, that randy little runt,
He'd dive upon a lassie, headfirst in her cunt!
(insert name) she was there, the fattest of the lot,
So they rolled her up in flour, and looked for the wettest spot!
(110) (insert name) (s)he was there, hid behind a mask,
God knows what (s)he was doin', lads, we didna stop to ask!
(insert name) was also there, (s)he was a sight to see,
They bent him (her) o'er the table, and the rest was Greek to me!
James the First and Sixth was there, a sight you should have seen,
He was the King of England but preferred to be the Queen!
(insert name) he was there, but he was runnin' late,
Askin' round from man to man just how to copulate!
(insert name) was also there, but he was fast asleep,
Cuddled up, with a happy grin, beside his rubber sheep!
The (insert name) all were there, that's what I presume,
They buggered themselves into a chain, and danced around the room!
(insert name) she was there, and she was wondrous wise,
With "USDA Grade A Choice", tattooed on her thighs!
(insert name) he was there, sittin' on a stump,
Masturbation was his choice; he didn't know how to hump!
(insert name) was also there, doin' his famous stunt:
Braidin' all the pubic hair on every single cunt!
Anne Bolyn was also there, even tho she's dead,
She's terrific on her back, me boys, but better giving head!
(120) Cyrano de Bergerac, dressed in fancy clothes,
He wouldna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his nose!
Pinocchio was also there, and quite a sight to see,
The ladies sat upon his face and shouted "Lie to me!"
Cyrano de Bergerac diddled, with a poem,
And ended his refrain with the words: "Thrust home!"
(Insert name) was also there, and he was lookin' cute,
He didna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his lute!
* more *
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
note: this may not be ALL the verses, but it's doggone close!
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WALTZ ME AROUND AGAIN, HROTHGAR!
-Ioseph of Locksley and countless others!
-tune: "Celito Lindo"
A limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical
But the good ones we've seen
So seldom are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical! (T)
(Chorus): Ai, ai, ai, ai!
I am drunker than you are
So sing me another verse
That's worse than the other verse
And waltz me around again, Hrothgar! (I)
A blue ribbon was quite a surprise
To a Scotsman in his native guise
"I don't know where you've been,
Whether good, or in sin....
But I'm glad that you won the first prize!" (I)
While Titian was mixing rose madder
He espied a nude girl on a ladder
Her position, to Titian
Suggested coition
So he climbed up the ladder and had 'er! (T)
A wanton young lady from Wembly
Reproached for not acting quite primly
Answered "Heavens above!"
"I know sex is not love!"
"But it's such an attractive facsimile!" (T)
There once was a knight from the West
Who thought he was the very best
But the ladies just chaffed
And pointed and laughed
And never put him to the test! (U)
A Celt, with a grin, softly said
As he killed all his enemies dead
"These trophies so gory
Are my marks of glory,
It's my enemies giving me head!" (I)
There was a young lass from Bryn Mawr
Who committed a dreadful faux pas
She loosened a stay
In her decollette
Exposing her je ne sais quoi! (T)
There once was an old man of Lyme
Who married three wives at a time
When asked: "Why a third?"
He replied: "One's absurd!"
"And bigamy, sir, is a crime!" (T) * more *
Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar (cont.)
The Revel lasts all of the night
Lords and ladies in finery bedight
The music doth swell
The dancers look well
Once they learn their left foot from their right! (E)
There once was a knight from the Middle
Who wanted to learn how to diddle
In the East, at his ease,
He caught a disease:
And now he can't even piddle! (I)
A randy young man from Caid
Was discovered spreading his seed
In horses and dogs,
In owls and in frogs,
And in two or three slow-moving Swedes! (I)
At least if you're in the Dark Horde
You will never sit 'round being bored
Our ladies, and wives.
Tend to carry sharp knives....
First get their permission, my lord! (U)
A lusty old Duke, at Estrella
Was behaving in ways I won't say-a
In his BVDs
Duct-taped to a tree
He woke up the very next day-a! (I)
Address all unknowns as gentle
Treat ladies as tho' sacramental
Unless their bare arms,
Loose behavior, and charms
Proclaim that their favours are rentals! (E)
Don't ever drink Caidan Blue
It'll getcha as nothing else do!
A pirate one day
Drank two, so they say,
Just look at that boy gork and spew! (I)
There once was a young knight from Kent
Whose thing was so long that it bent!
To save himself trouble
He'd put it in double,
And instead of coming, he went! (T)
The trouble with list'ning to Yang
Was that every damned song the man sang
Was either illicit,
immoral, explicit,
Or in lower Mongolian slang! (E)
* more *
Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar (cont.)
There was a young lady named Banker
Who slept with the Corsairs, at anchor!
She awoke in dismay
When she heard someone say:
"Now, up with the top's'l and spanker!" (U)
A serious thought for today
Is one that may cause dismay:
Just what are the forces
That bring little horses
If all the big horses say "Neigh?" (U)
There was a young man from Racine
Who invented a "Doing Machine"
Concave and convex
It could "do" either sex,
But oh, what a bastard to clean! (T)
There was a young couple named Kelly
Who walked around belly-to-belly
Because, in their haste,
They used library paste
Instead of petroleum jelly! (T)
At the Revel last night down in Crewe
I found a large mouse in the stew
Said the waiter "Don't shout,
And wave it about,
Or the King will be wanting one, too!" (T)
There was a young lady named Greene
Who grew so abnormally lean
And flat and compressed
That her back touched her chest
And sideways, she couldn't be seen! (T)
A certain young man from An Tir
Sat down, and cried in his beer,
His lady, he said,
Wore chain-mail to bed
And it took off the hair round his peer (I)
There once was a knight from the Mists
Who cockily entered the lists
A Duke soon uncocked him,
Dehorned and defrocked him,
He got screwed, but never was kissed! (I)
If you kiss enough frogs, so they say,
One might be a Prince, some fine day,
But beware of the dude
Who is uncouth, and lewd:
He's a horny toad, and a bad lay! (I)
* more *
Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar (cont.)
A certain young Herald so charming
Had Arms that were very alarming:
A maiden, displayed,
On a bed, disarrayed,
And the motto: "Foreplay is forearming!" (I)
You can fight the Dark Horde, if you wanna
You'll find plenty of blood, guts, and honnah
While you turn them quite green
With your shieldwork supreme
Look out for that left-hand katana! (E)
The East, or the Mid, (It depends!)
Remarks when the Horde condescends
To march into place
With sword, spear and mace:
"Your friends? I thought they were our friends!" (E)
Now Ysgithrs' all in a riot
They've never been peaceful and quiet
We'd turn it to slag
Mop it up with a rag
Or sell it, but nobody'd buy it! (U)
A Meridian lady, they say.
Was made a peculiar way:
She took forty-two strokes
And three dirty jokes
And a gallon of mead every day! (U)
Ansteorra's a place in a rut
Delighted to wallow in smut!
They use dirty socks
To cover their jocks
And do, well, I mustn't say what! (U)
As I gazed at the heavens one night
The cracks in the sky caused me fright!
Pieces came down!
Fell all over town!
I guess Chicken Little was right! (J)
God's plan had a hopeful beginning
But Man spoiled his chances by sinning
We trust that the story
Will end up in Glory
But, at present, the Other side's winning.... (T)
And now we have got to The End
Of this song about Terrible Sin
And if you've been bored
I'm sorry, m'lord
You should NEVER have let me begin! (I)
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Follows are extra verses, and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz Me Around
Again, Hrothgar":
There was a young girl named Alice
Who used dynamite for a phallus
They found her vagina
In South Carolina
And her arse was just this side of Dallas! (T)
A rancid old hermit named Dave
Kept a dead whore in a cave
He said; "I admit,"
"I'm a bit of a shit;"
"But think of the money I save!" (T)
There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose prick was so long he could suck it
Said he, with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt, I could fuck it!" (T)
Now, Jon and Diana one day
Founded the whole SCA
At a Berkeley party
That was very arty
Now it's covered the whole USA! (U)
His Grace (or Her Grace...it depends)
Remarks when the Dark Horde descends
With chickens and goats,
six Serbs and five Croats
"My friends? I thought they were YOUR friends!" (E)
There once was an old maid from Wooster
Who thought that a man had seduced her
When looking around,
She finally found:
'Twas only the bedpost that goosed her! (T)
There was an old lady from Munich
Who was ravished one night by a Eunuch
At the height of her passion
He slipped her a ration
From a squirt-gun concealed in his tunic! (T)
There once was a mighty stick-jock
Who had holes down the length of his cock
When he got an erection
He'd play a selection
From Johann Sebastian Bach! (U)
An attractive young lady named Myrtle
Had quite an affair with a turtle
What is more phenominal
A swelling abdominal
Showed Myrtle the Turtle was fertile! (T)
* more *
Extra verses and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz me around again, Hrothgar" (cont.)
An unfortunate fellow named Chase
Had an ass that was badly misplaced
He showed indignation
When investigation
Proved that few persons shit thru their face! (T)
A Roman, who hailed from Gazondom
Used a dried hedgehog's hide for a condom
His mistress did shout
As he pulled the thing out
"De gustibus non disputandum!" (U)
There was a young maid from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass
Not pretty, and pink,
As you probably think:
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass! (T)
A bather, whose clothing was strewed
By breezes, that left her quite nude
Saw a man come along
And, unless I am wrong,
You expect the next line to be lewd! (U)
A habit obscene and unsavoury
Holds the Vicar of Wessex in slavery
With maniacal howls
He deflowers young owls
Which he keeps in an underground aviary! (T)
There was a young harlot from Crewe
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!" (U)
There was a young lawyer named Rex
Who was sadly deficient in sex
Arraigned for exposure
He said, with composure,
"De minimus non curat lex!" (U)
There was an old lady of Tring
Who, when somebody asked her to sing
Replied, "Isn't it odd?
I can never tell 'God
Save The Weasle' from 'Pop Goes The King!" (U)
A young poet, whose name was McMahon
Wrote verse that never would scan
When they said, "But the thing
Doesn't move with a swing,"
He said: "Yes, but I like to get as many words
into the last line as I possibly can! (U)
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Extra Verses and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar" (cont.)
There once was a Duke from the West
Whose bride wore chain-mail with the best
He said," She is sweet,
And gentle, and neat,
But it pulls out the hairs from my chest!" (I)
There once was a man named Old Jossil
Who found a most int'resting fossil
He could tell by the bend
And the knot in the end,
T'was the pecker of Paul the Apostle! (T)
There once was a man from Rangoon
Who was born by the light of the moon
He had not the luck
To be born of a fuck
But a wet-dream scraped up with a spoon! (T)
There once was a man from Shambock
Who played the bass viol with his cock
With massive erections
He rendered selections
From Johann Sebastian Bach! (T)
There once was a girl from Milpitas
Who had a great yen for coitus
Her athletic friend
Had an itch on the end,
So now she has ath-el-ete's foetus! (U)
There once was a girl from Mobile
Had a cunt made of crucible steel
Her greatest sex-thrill
Was a rotary drill
And an off-center emery wheel! (U)
A broken-down harlot named Truppe
Was heard to confess, in her cups,
"The height of my folly
Was to diddle a Collie,
But I got a nice prize for the pups!" (T)
There once was a man named Grost
Who had an affair with a ghost
He said, with a spasm,
At the height of orgasm,
"I think I can feel it, almost!" (T)
There once was a Corsair named Bates
Who did the fandango, on skates;
He fell on his cutlass
Which rendered him nutless,
And practically useless on dates! (T)
* more *
Extra Verses and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar" (cont.)
There was a young lady named Cager
Who, as the result of a wager,
Consented to fart
The whole oboe part
Of Mozart's Quartet in F Major! (U)
There was a young lady from York
Who was greatly adverse to the stork
But no matter how firm,
She feared no man's sperm,
For she plugged it up first with a cork! (U)
There was an old Count from Svoboda
Who would not pay a whore what he owed her,
So, with great savoir-faire,
She stood on a chair,
And pissed in his whiskey-and-soda! (T)
There was a young lady from Arden
Who was blowing a man in a garden,
He said, in a huff:
"Do you swallow the stuff?"
She answered him:" (gulp!) Beg your pardon?" (T)
The lovely young Countess of Bole
Had a sense of humor most droll
To a masquerade ball
She wore nothing at all,
And backed in as a Parker House Roll! (T)
There was a young man from old Sparta
Who was a magnificent farta
He could fart anything
From "God Save the Queen,"
To a solo from "La Traviata!" (T)
On the chest of a Countess named Gail
Was tatooed the price of her tail,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information, in Braille! (T)
There was a young man from New Haven
Who had an affair with a raven
Said he, with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
"Nevermore!" (U)
* note: there are HUNDREDS of verses to this song.......
(T): Traditional (U): Unknown source (to protect the guilty!)
(E): East Kingdom Songbook (I): Ioseph of Locksley
(J): John Benson
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