Fred’s quite well endowed so they say
Like a rhino’s - all wrinkled and grey
As long as a elephant’s
Fred’s quite well endowed so they say
Like a rhino’s - all wrinkled and grey
As long as a elephant’s
Trunk and malevolence
Fred’s quite well endowed so they say
Like a rhino’s - all wrinkled and grey
As long as a elephant’s
Trunk and malevolence
He’ll show it to you, if you pay!
(Breaking a rule here, but it’s been sitting here for three weeks)
It’s almost the Fourth of July
It’s almost the Fourth of July
All eyes will be turned to the sky
It’s almost the Fourth of July
All eyes will be turned to the sky
Not mine, however
It’s almost the Fourth of July
All eyes will be turned to the sky
Not mine, however
With my optic nerves severed
It’s almost the Fourth of July
All eyes will be turned to the sky
Not mine, however
With my optic nerves severed
I’ll prob’ly just eat me some pie
There was an old man from St. Paul
There was an old man from St. Paul
With a hanging, ten-sided shaped ball.
There was an old man from St. Paul
With a hanging, ten-sided shaped ball.
While playing croquet
There was an old man from St. Paul
With a hanging, ten-sided shaped ball.
While playing croquet
He hit it on the freeway
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There was an old man from St. Paul
With a hanging, ten-sided shaped ball.
While playing croquet
He hit it on the freeway
“out of bounds” was the referee’s call
It’s a hundred and two in the shade
It’s a hundred and two in the shade
And I’ve got a big glass of limeade
It’s a hundred and two in the shade
And I’ve got a big glass of limeade
It’s tepid and bitter
It’s a hundred and two in the shade
And I’ve got a big glass of limeade
It’s tepid and bitter
My nerves are all a-jitter
It’s a hundred and two in the shade
And I’ve got a big glass of limeade
It’s tepid and bitter
My nerves are all a-jitter
My day’s getting worse, I’m afraid.
In the World Cup round of sixteen
In the World Cup round of sixteen
Our best striker choked on a green bean
In the World Cup round of sixteen
Our best striker choked on a green bean
While our goalie racked his balls
In the World Cup round of sixteen
Our best striker choked on a green bean
While our goalie racked his balls
Due to referee’s calls
In the World Cup round of sixteen
Our best striker choked on a green bean
While our goalie racked his balls
Due to referee’s calls
And now we’re embarrassed to be seen
I once walked a mile for a camel
I once walked a mile for a camel
Also once chipped my front tooth’s enamel