Be the prison sex-raffle prize.
Number of hundreds of blokes who've porked your Mum,
Let's take a tally.
Subdivide results: her face/cunt/back alley.
Dad's had a bit of luck on the 'gee-gees',
he's won an evening of horror-sex with the two deceased 'Bee-Gees'.
I've seen your mum,
she's covered in it;
cum.
Plus the shit from my bum.
Bedsit dad listening to Smashing Pumpkins,
Because he's got a willy that's small and thins.
Dad's fashioned himself as some kind of bogs conscientious objector,
But the simple fact of the matter is, his willy is a non-erector.
Mum's beaten off all comers to once again win the Bogs World Cup
Dad? Didn't even reach a semi.
Mum's in the bogs, smashed on Malbec,
Dad's skulking outside with no erec.
Dad's 'erection,'
Simply lacks any conviction.
Blokes knobbing mum "up where it's shitty",
Sad bedsit dad "wanking on mcvitie".
The area from which mum stool,
Has descended into bogs-mob rule.
