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Lyric
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There
was a young sailor from Brighton, Who remarked to his girl,
"You're a tight one." She replied, "Pon my soul, you're
in the wrong hole, There's plenty of room in the right one."
There was a young lady of Newcastle, Who wrapped up a turd
in a parcel, And sent it to a relation, with this invitation,
"It has just come out hot from my arsehole."
A lady came in the hatshop, "What kind would
you like?" I said, "Felt," she said, Felt her I did, I'll
never work there anymore...
She's handy, she's bandy, she shags in the
street, Whenever you meet her, she's always on heat, If
you leave your flies open, she's after your meat, And the
smell of her cunt knocks you right off your feet.
There was a young man from Poole, Who found
a red ring round his tool, He ran to the clinic, but the
doctor, a cynic, Said, "That's only lipstick, you fool."
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Remember
these
are only the music LYRICS of a handful of
bawdy ballads
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