There once was a man from Brazil
Who’s semen was flavored with dill
There once was a man from Brazil
Who’s semen was flavored with dill,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
There once was a man from Brazil
Who’s semen was flavored with dill,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And other herbs that refuse to rhyme,
There once was a man from Brazil
Who’s semen was flavored with dill,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And other herbs that refuse to rhyme,
Tossed with spinach and served with goodwill
A pole dancer gave me a scare
A pole dancer gave me a scare
When I saw her unique underwear.
A pole dancer gave me a scare
When I saw her unique underwear.
Right there in her crotch
A pole dancer gave me a scare,
When I saw her unique underwear.
Right there in her crotch
Was her grandfather’s watch,
A pole dancer gave me a scare,
When I saw her unique underwear.
Right there in her crotch
Was her grandfather’s watch,
And a volume of works by Voltaire.
A nun and a priest and the Pope,
A nun and a priest and the Pope,
Were sharing the same soap on a rope.
A nun and a priest and the Pope, Were sharing the same soap on a rope.
"Lord, where shall we hang it?
A nun and a priest and the Pope,
Were sharing the same soap on a rope.
“Lord, where shall we hang it?
It still drips, tho’ we wrang it”
A nun and a priest and the Pope,
Were sharing the same soap on a rope.
“Lord, where shall we hang it?
It still drips, tho’ we wrang it”
“Let’s sell tickets to this symbol of hope!”
My favorite version of meat
My favorite version of meat
Is incredibly tasty to eat.
My favorite version of meat
Is incredibly tasty to eat.
I wrap sausage with bacon
My favorite version of meat
Is incredibly tasty to eat.
I wrap sausage with bacon
And my taste buds awaken
My favorite version of meat
Is incredibly tasty to eat.
I wrap sausage with bacon
And my taste buds awaken
As I devour my high protein treat.
I once met a fellow from Macon
I once met a fellow from Macon,
With an album of porn shots he’d taken.
I once met a fellow from Macon,
With an album of porn shots he’d taken.
And though he calls it ‘art’,
I once met a fellow from Macon,
With an album of porn shots he’d taken.
And though he calls it ‘art’,
The pics show more than one tart
I once met a fellow from Macon,
With an album of porn shots he’d taken.
And though he calls it ‘art’,
The pics show more than one tart
Thus my faith in monogamy was shaken.
My great uncle Linus was mad