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Walking down Canal Street,
Knockin’ every door,
Goddamn son of a bitch,
I couldn’t find a whore
I finally found a whore,
She was rather thin,
Goddamn son of a bitch,
I couldn’t get it in
I finally got it in,
And worked it round and round,
Goddamn son of a bitch,
I couldn’t get it out
I finally got it out,
And it was red and sore,
The moral of this story is,
To never fuck a whore
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To the tune of She’ll be coming round the mountain.
She’ll be puffing like a steam train when she cums,
She’ll be puffing like a steam train when she cums,
She’ll be puffing like a steam train, puffing like a steam train,
She’ll be puffing like a steam train when she cums
Chorus:
Singing God, I’m coming, don’t stop now,
Singing God, I’m coming, don’t stop now,
Singing God, I’m coming, God I’m coming,
God, I’m coming, don’t stop now
Alternate verses:
She’ll be panting like a bulldog when she cums
She’ll be sucking like a hoover when she cums
She’ll be scratching like a tiger when she cums
She’ll be biting like a vampire when she cums
She’ll be screaming like a banshee when she cums
She’ll be howling like a she-wolf when she cums
She’ll be revving like a Harley when she cums
She’ll be whooping like a monkey when she cums
Offensive
Chorus:
Father Abraham fucked seven pigs
Seven pigs fucked Father Abraham
And he never laughed,
And he never smiled,
All he did was go like this:
With the left… (left arm)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right… (right arm)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right…
With the left… (left leg)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right…
With the left…
With the right… (right leg)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right…
With the left…
With the right…
And an ooh… (head and torso forward)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right…
With the left…
With the right…
And an ooh…
And an aah… (head back and hips forward)
Chorus
With the left…
With the right…
With the left…
With the right…
And an ooh…
And an aah…
And an aaaaaaaaah! (bend forward)
Chorus
Glory glory hallelujah
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To the tune of Rawhide.
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’,
That boy, he keeps on callin’,
His crabs, they keep on crawlin’,
Chapped hide!
You thought he was the right one,
But he was a one-night stand one,
He’s shootin’ blanks with his gun,
Chapped hide!
Pick him up, take him home, ride him hard, make him moan
Wake him up, saddle up, Send him home
Chapped hide… Yee Haw!!