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To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.
Her left tit hangs down to her belly,
Her right tit hangs down to her knees,
If her left tit did did equal her right tit,
She’d get much more action from me
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Solo, chorus:
I’m singin’ in the rain,
Just singin’ in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
I’m hap-hap-happy again
Call: Arms out
Response: Arms out!
Chorus
Call: Arms out
Response: Arms out!
Call: Thumbs down
Response: Thumbs down!
Chorus
Additional verses:
Elbows back
Chest out
Stomach in
Arse out
Knees together
Toes together
Chin up
Finish:
Glory glory hallelujah
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Call: I don’t know but I’ve been told
Response: Hashers shorts are filled with gold
Call: People say we’re primitive
Response: We say it’s the only way to live
Call: Run and drink in our underwear
Response: Following the trail set by the Hare
Call: Checking left and checking right
Response: This damn trails’ gotten outta sight
Call: Back check, what the heck turn ’round
Response: This damn Hare is goin’ down
Call: Got his shorts down around his knobby knees
Response: His ass and cock swinging in the breeze
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And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it, I’ve been in between it,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
It would take a coal miner to find her vagina
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She married an Italian with balls like a bloody stallion
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
If she was my daughter I’d cut them a little shorter
’cause the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve felt it, I’ve smelt it, it’s just like a piece of velvet
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She slept with a demon who washed her with semen
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She’s not a great looker, but everyone took ‘er
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve touched it, I’ve licked it, it tastes just like brisket
And the hairs of her dicky dinahhung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I folded her lips back, and there found a six-pack
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
The aroma it lingers, it smells like fish fingers
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees