
My Pussy
My pussy has gone on a night prowl,
My pussy has gone on a spree.
Looking for sexual fulfilment
I hope that it brings some for me
My pussy has gone on a night prowl,
My pussy has gone on a spree.
Looking for sexual fulfilment
I hope that it brings some for me
If i could save farts in a bottle,
The first thing that I’d like to do,
Is to save every fart till eternity passes away,
and then share them with you…
Amazing Beer – a taste profound
A whole keg just for thee
The pack is lost, but home you’ve found The beer check you can see
ne Amazing Grace Amazing Beer – a taste profound
A whole keg just for thee
The pack is lost, but home you’ve found The beer check you can see
All things dumb and ugly
All creatures short and squat
All things rude and nasty
The Lord God made the lot!
And so this is hashmas
And a happy new year
Get drunk in a punch up
And get socked in the ear. And so this is hashes
With a wink and a leer
Let’s eat too much turkey And drink lots of beer.
And so this is hashmas
No need to look glum
You’ll drink too much whisky And fall on your bum.
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around dressed up this way
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around looking silly on Christmas Day
Dashing round the block, wearing silly hats One hand on your bits to give yourself more slack
Bouncing up and down as we run to and fro We’ll jingle with our funny bits, everywhere we go.
’Tis the season to be greedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Eat until you feel quite seedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lots of beer and food and jollies Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
In the morning you’ll be sorry Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
68. Jingle Balls Tune Jingle Bells
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around dressed up this way
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around looking silly on Christmas Day
Dashing round the block, wearing silly hats One hand on your bits to give yourself more slack
Bouncing up and down as we run to and fro We’ll jingle with our funny bits, everywhere we go.
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas And a case of cold beer.
Glad tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Glad tidings for Christmas And a case of cold beer!
I’ve been a short-cutter for many a year
And I’ve spent all my money on hash runs and beer
But now I’m reforming, my name to restore And I never will be a short-cutter no more.
So it’s no, nae, never
No never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never, no more
Slack bladder, slack bladder
You ran upon a hash.
Slack bladder, slack bladder
And had to have a slash!