The vampires all come out at night
They’re suckers for a late-night bite.
Their favourite by far,
To head to a bar
The vampires all come out at night
They’re suckers for a late-night bite.
Their favourite by far,
To head to a bar
And drink bloody-Mary’s 'til tight.
The trouble with wearing a thong
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
The split between your crack
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
The split between your crack
A tautology, but we can’t go back
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
The split between your crack
A tautology, but we can’t go back
Yet another limerick gone wrong.
So, let’s give it another try -
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long.
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
It straddles your crack
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
It straddles your crack
And raises your rack
The trouble with wearing a thong
Is wearing it all the day long
It straddles your crack
And raises your rack
As it flosses the root of your dong.
A pole dancer working one night
A pole dancer working one night
Could not believe the fist fight
A pole dancer working one night
Could not believe the fist fight
That transpired when her “stuff”
A pole dancer working one night
Could not believe the fist fight
That transpired when her “stuff”
Hung long and hung tough
A pole dancer working one night
Could not believe the fist fight
That transpired when her “stuff”
Hung long and hung tough
And enticed everyone for a bite.
An Irishman, cobbler by trade
An Irishman, cobbler by trade
Wouldn’t wear any shoes that he made
An Irishman, cobbler by trade
Wouldn’t wear any shoes that he made
“They make my feet smelly”
An Irishman, cobbler by trade
Wouldn’t wear any shoes that he made
“They make my feet smelly”
and “the soles are like jelly.”
An Irishman, cobbler by trade
Wouldn’t wear any shoes that he made
“They make my feet smelly
and the soles are like jelly,
Since I sew them from foreskins and suede.”
Oh yeah:
A thirsty lad went to a bar,
A thirsty lad went to a bar,
And ordered a beer and cigar.
A thirsty lad went to a bar,
And ordered a beer and cigar.
“First show me your cash,”
A thirsty lad went to a bar,
And ordered a beer and cigar.
"First show me your cash.
You might drink and dash