Baa baa big bloke, have you any spunk?
Yes (your) mum, yes (your) mum, a ball-bag full!
Some for your arsehole, some for your tits,
And lots for your bent old dad whose bum I fucked to bits.
What's dad got?
A willy the size of a Jelly Tot.
Another night in the bogs, same old routine, same old faces,
Same old varieties of human and animal faeces.
Dad's into dogging,
Mum's into bogging.
the kindest possible thing that could be written on your mum's gravestone:
"only quintuple penetration with no lube could make this jaded fuck-slave moan".
Massed ranks of blokes going ‘over the top’ assaulting Mum’s poo-gulch
In what’s come to be known as the ‘Battle of the Bulge’
I suppose it's ironic,
That dad's dad's willy was thick.
Mum's organised the annual Bogs Easter Egg Hunt,
Up her cunt!
After a horrific arse mauling from actor, Tim Roth,
It's pants back on for dad, though he's still touching cloth.
With more passengers than Bridgnorth's lenticular railway,
your mum's been ridden by Bryan Cant and the whole cast of Playaway.
