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1928

I was up in a hot air balloon
With my sweetie, to get me some poon
But her great fear of heights

1929

I was up in a hot air balloon
With my sweetie, to get me some poon
But her great fear of heights
Gave her lust its last rites

1930

I was up in a hot air balloon
With my sweetie, to get me some poon
But her great fear of heights
Gave her lust its last rites
And my dish ran away with her poon.
There was this old bitch in San Quentin,

1931

There was this old bitch in San Quentin,
With a cooter you could pitch a tent in

1932

There was this old bitch in San Quentin,
With a cooter you could pitch a tent in
I’m not much for camping

1933

There was this old bitch in San Quentin,
With a cooter you could pitch a tent in.
I’m not much for camping,
So my sphincter I’m clamping,

1934

There was this old bitch in San Quentin,
With a cooter you could pitch a tent in.
I’m not much for camping,
So my sphincter I’m clamping,
Until the trained bloodhounds are sent in.

1935

I fill up my pockets with candy

1936

I fill up my pockets with candy,
That’s what makes my legs oh so bandy,

1937

I fill up my pockets with candy,
That’s what makes my legs oh so bandy,
My limbs now taste sweet

1938

I fill up my pockets with candy,
That’s what makes my legs oh so bandy,
My limbs now taste sweet
From my hips to my feet

1939

I fill up my pockets with candy,
That’s what makes my legs oh so bandy,
My limbs now taste sweet
From my hips to my feet
But I’m covered in ants and all sandy.
A three balled old coot named Mcphee,

1940

A three balled old coot named Mcphee,
Kept his nuts fresh with mint potpourri

1941

A three balled old coot named Mcphee,
Kept his nuts fresh with mint potpourri.
When walking, he rustled

1942

A three balled old coot named Mcphee,
Kept his nuts fresh with mint potpourri.
When walking, he rustled
many squirrels with he tussled,

1943

A three balled old coot named Mcphee,
Kept his nuts fresh with mint potpourri.
When walking, he rustled
many squirrels with he tussled,
“But at least it smells good when I pee!”

The masseuse made me lay on her table

1944

The masseuse made me lay on her table.
Though willing, my flesh was unable

1945

The masseuse made me lay on her table.
Though willing, my flesh was unable.
When she splashed on the oil,

1946

The masseuse made me lay on her table.
Though willing, my flesh was unable.
When she splashed on the oil,
I began to recoil

1947

The masseuse made me lay on her table.
Though willing, my flesh was unable.
When she splashed on the oil,
I began to recoil,
She looked exactly like dear old Aunt Mabel.

I once spent $400 on a hooker,