Offensive

To the tune of Ghost riders in the sky

The lady of the manor,
was dressing for the ball.
When she saw the old town cripple,
Tossing up against the wall.

Chorus:
With his rare old kidney wiper,
And his balls the size of 3 (or 4, or 5),
And a yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging below his knees.
Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the sky.

Verse 2:
She wrote him a letter,
A letter she did write,
Saying I’d rather be had by you sir,
Than my husband any night.

Chorus

Verse 3:
He mounted his white charger,
The finest in the land,
And rode up to the manor,
With his penis in his hand.

Chorus

Verse 4:
He rode up to the manor,
He rode up to the hall,
Good god cried the butler,
He’s come to fuck us all,

Chorus

Verse 5:
He fucked them in the kitchen,
He fucked them in the hall,
He even ducked the paintings,
That were hanging on the wall.

Chorus

Verse 6:
Some say he went to heaven,
Some say he went to hell,
Some say he fucked the devil,
And his devil wife as well.

Chorus

Verse 7:
Now listen to my story,
I tell you do take heed,
Or the old town cripple will come for you,
And do his dirty deed.

Last chorus:
with his rare old kidney wiper,
And his balls the size of 3 (or 4, or 5),
And a yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging below his knees.

Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the…
Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the sky!