There was a young man named Clint
With a pecker as hard as old flint.
It was a bit narrow
But could pleasure a sparrow
'Til his weiner wound up in a splint
Have I told you the one about Gary?
There was a young man named Clint
With a pecker as hard as old flint.
It was a bit narrow
But could pleasure a sparrow
'Til his weiner wound up in a splint
Have I told you the one about Gary?
Have I told you the one about Gary?
He met Linda and wanted to marry.
-“BB”-
Have I told you the one about Gary?
He met Linda and wanted to marry.
So they picked a date
Have I told you the one about Gary?
He met Linda and wanted to marry.
So they picked a date
To unite their fate
Have I told you the one about Gary?
He met Linda and wanted to marry.
So they picked a date
To unite their fate
For neither wanted to tarry.
I wished I could ride on a bus
I wished I could ride on a bus
But the drivers seems a little sus
I wished I could ride on a bus
But the drivers seems a little sus.
Their tentacles peep
I wished I could ride on a bus
But the drivers seems a little sus.
Their tentacles peep
From under their seat,
-“BB”-
I wished I could ride on a bus
But the drivers seems a little sus.
Their tentacles peep
From under their seat,
Which leaves me a tad bit nonplussed.
A man who designed traffic cones
A man who designed traffic cones
Was known for blood-curdling groans
A man who designed traffic cones
Was known for blood-curdling groans
As he tests every one
A man who designed traffic cones
Was known for blood-curdling groans
As he tests every one
With a black powder gun
A man who designed traffic cones
Was known for blood-curdling groans
As he tests every one
With a black powder gun
Filled with rock salt and little round stones.
As Santa Claus filled up his sleigh
-“BB”-
As Santa Claus filled up his sleigh
he gave out a hearty “Hey hey hey!”
As Santa Claus filled up his sleigh
he gave out a hearty “Hey hey hey!”
‘Cos he filled it with gin
As Santa Claus filled up his sleigh
he gave out a hearty “Hey hey hey!”
‘Cos he filled it with gin
For to toast Anne Boleyn
As Santa Claus filled up his sleigh
he gave out a hearty “Hey hey hey!”
‘Cos he filled it with gin
For to toast Anne Boleyn
And to blaze a trail through the vast Milky Way
I fear that I’ve lost my lucky red cap
I fear that I’ve lost my lucky red cap
along with lots of other odd crap
I fear that I’ve lost my lucky red cap
along with lots of other odd crap
I’ve looked everywhere
I fear that I’ve lost my lucky red cap
along with lots of other odd crap
I’ve looked everywhere
And I’ll now say a prayer