I once knew a zebra called Zack.
Who was missing the stripes on his back.
So he went to the store
Of tattoo artist Lenore
I once knew a zebra called Zack.
Who was missing the stripes on his back.
So he went to the store
Of tattoo artist Lenore
Now he’s covered with quotes from Balzac
There was a young lady from York
There was a young lady from York
Whose vagina was sealed with a cork
There was a young lady from York
Whose vagina was sealed with a cork.
But one day it popped
There was a young lady from York
Whose vagina was sealed with a cork.
But one day it popped
When her petticoat dropped
There was a young lady from York
Whose vagina was sealed with a cork.
But one day it popped
When her petticoat dropped
While she was chasing Mork from Ork.
My Halloween costume’s bizarre.
There was a young lady from York
Whose vagina was sealed with a cork.
But one day it popped
When her petticoat dropped
And a young man shoved in his dork
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
She dug deep in her fantasy.
Dang, I didn’t notice you beat me to the last line of the previous one, Annie.
I guess we can have two going or skip mine til later. I’ll post both anyway.
My Halloween costume’s bizarre.
I’ll be dressed as a great showbiz star
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
She dug deep in her fantasy.
My Halloween costume’s bizarre.
I’ll be dressed as a great showbiz star
But not one you’d recognize
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
She dug deep in her fantasy.
It’d been nearly two hours
My Halloween costume’s bizarre.
I’ll be dressed as a great showbiz star
But not one you’d recognize
With googly eyes
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
She dug deep in her fantasy.
It’d been nearly two hours
And three golden showers
My Halloween costume’s bizarre.
I’ll be dressed as a great showbiz star
But not one you’d recognize
With googly eyes
or look frog-like (when seen from afar)
“Eureka!” she shouted with glee
She dug deep in her fantasy.
It’d been nearly two hours
And three golden showers
When she realized she was lying in pee
Just take one more hit off that bong
Just take one more hit off that bong
And remember that wonderful song
Just take one more hit off that bong
And remember that wonderful song
I think it goes something like this
Just take one more hit off that bong
And remember that wonderful song
I think it goes something like this
S’cuse me while the sky I kiss
Just take one more hit off that bong
And remember that wonderful song
I think it goes something like this
S’cuse me while the sky I kiss
But then again I could be wrong
There once was sailor named Bill
There once was sailor named Bill
Who’d completely had his fill
There once was sailor named Bill
Who’d completely had his fill
Of bouncing on the waves
There once was a sailor named Bill
Who’d completely had his fill
Of bouncing on the waves
O’er the watery graves
There once was a sailor named Bill
Who’d completely had his fill
Of bouncing on the waves
O’er the watery graves
So, he bounced upon Jill.
Fred Philly had a rakish way