A nudist was getting some sun,
When her mascara started to run.
She reached for her towel
A nudist was getting some sun,
When her mascara started to run.
She reached for her towel
But instead found an owl
A nudist was getting some sun,
When her mascara started to run.
She reached for her towel,
But instead found an owl
Had built a nest in the cleft of her bum.
I don’t want to be too critical,
I don’t want to be too critical
But you have an enormous testicle
I don’t want to be too critical,
But you have an enormous testicle.
'Twas the same thing with Hitler,
I don’t want to be too critical,
But you have an enormous testicle.
'Twas the same thing with Hitler,
Though his was much littler
I don’t want to be too critical,
But you have an enormous testicle.
'Twas the same thing with Hitler,
Though his was much littler
And yet it was quite parasitical.
A woman rode on a giraffe
A woman rode on a giraffe
Which caused many around her to laugh
A woman rode on a giraffe
Which caused many around her to laugh
But when she jumped down
A woman rode on a giraffe
Which caused many around her to laugh
But when she jumped down
She said with a frown,
A woman rode on a giraffe,
Which caused many around her to laugh.
But when she jumped down
She said with a frown,
‘That camelopard’s eaten my scarf’.
A magician once showed me a trick,
A magician once showed me a trick,
That began with him flicking his Bic
A magician once showed me a trick,
That began with him flicking his Bic
The feat did inspire
A magician once showed me a trick,
That began with him flicking his Bic
The feat did inspire
Bruce writing “I’m On Fire”
A magician once showed me a trick,
That began with him flicking his Bic
The feat did inspire
Bruce writing “I’m On Fire”
Which is quite a trick for a hick.
I once went to bed with a snake,
I once went to bed with a snake
Whose wriggling kept me awake
I once went to bed with a snake,
Whose wriggling kept me awake.
When I stroked its head
I once went to bed with a snake,
Whose wriggling kept me awake.
When I stroked its head
He giggled and said,
I once went to bed with a snake,
Whose wriggling kept me awake.
When I stroked its head
He giggled and said,
‘If that’s foreplay you’ve made a mistake!’
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The trouble with Australian women,
The trouble with Australian women
Is the garment they wear when they’re swimmin’