She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
Till she met a young surgeon
She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
Till she met a young surgeon.
And then, at his urgin’,
She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
Till she met a young surgeon
Who used the blood of a virgin
ninja’d
She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
Till she met a young surgeon.
And then, at his urgin’,
Smoothed out her skin with a bomb blast
A doctor used the blood of a virgin
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She was a comely lass from Belfast,
Who got more wrinkled as years passed.
Till she met a young surgeon.
And then, at his urgin’,
Smoothed her out with an ejaculative blast
A doctor used the blood of a virgin
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A doctor used the blood of a virgin,
To rewrite the books of Theodore Sturgeon,
A doctor used the blood of a virgin,
To rewrite the books of Theodore Sturgeon.
But the publishing house
A doctor used the blood of a virgin,
To rewrite the books of Theodore Sturgeon.
But the publishing house
Thought his ‘type O’ was souse,
A doctor used the blood of a virgin,
To rewrite the books of Theodore Sturgeon.
But the publishing house
Thought his ‘type O’ was souse,
And threw it in a sink of detergen’.
Way up North where polar bears roam,
A doctor used the blood of a virgin,
To rewrite the books of Theodore Sturgeon.
But the publishing house
Thought his ‘type O’ was souse,
And threw it in a sink of detergen’.
Way up North where polar bears roam,
There was a gal whose name was Lome
Way up North where polar bears roam,
There was a gal whose name was Lome
She liked to sleep in the buff
Way up North where polar bears roam,
There was a gal whose name was Lome.
She liked to sleep in the buff,
And when the blizzards got rough,
Way up North where polar bears roam,
There was a gal whose name was Lome.
She liked to sleep in the buff,
And when the blizzards got rough
She curled up with a deviant gnome.
A Texan, a priest and a clown
Way up North where polar bears roam,
There was a gal whose name was Lome.
She liked to sleep in the buff,
And when the blizzards got rough
She curled up with a deviant gnome.
A Texan, a priest and a clown
Took it up upside-down
A Texan, a priest and a clown
Took it up upside-down.
God knows what they took,
A Texan, a priest and a clown
Took it up upside-down.
God knows what they took,
Must be in some sweet nook,
A Texan, a priest and a clown
Took it up upside-down.
God knows what they took,
Must be in some sweet nook,
Ironically all were named Brown.
One slow day on Pattaya Beach,
One slow day on Pattaya Beach,
A young gal was snacking on a peach
One slow day on Pattaya Beach,
A young gal was snacking on a peach
But she swallowed the pit
One slow day on Pattaya Beach,
A young gal was snacking on a peach
But she swallowed the pit
Without tasting a whit