Let's all go down the bogs tonight, the bogs tonight, the bogs tonight,
Let's all go down the bogs tonight, you're mum's a fuck-for-a-pound.
Mum runs out of patience,
If bogs-blokes forget to refill the Dog-Shit Stations.
Mum's sexual preference- a score of miners
Dad's sexual performance- a score of minus
dad's bum: wrenched.
mum: cum-drenched.
thirst quenched.
Blokes hopes of another all-nighter collapsed,
As mum furtherly, and catastrophically, prolapsed.
Bogs-vets are a notoriously active lobbying group,
Pressurising government to formally investigate lost blokes in mum's crap-hoop.
After entertaining an extremely large group,
Mum's knackered poo-hoop,
Contains a weird kind of spunk/piss/shit primordial soup.
Mum's seen the inside of many Russian billionaire's yaughts,
And to be honest, they all seem the same once cocks are in her slots.
There's nothing Dad finds scarier
Than a not-completely-hairless pubic area
Much to dad's disappointment and chagrin;
His mini-prick's rubbish and 'never go in'.
