Dad's been caught "upskirting" and "downblousing,"
In and around vulnerable young people's housing.
Every bloke in the bogs during mum's shift guaranteed to leave with a shitty cock,
Dad not allowed in though, because of his shitty cock.
I tie my dog up and shit at it in the eye.
Every year mum finds herself offering the same "Happy New Year,"
To bogs-blokes, as she's matted with spunk, and grinning ear to ear.
Dad with a placard, demanding his rights,
To mince up and down the high street in a push-up bra and tights.
Dad's 'Piss Marmalade', cock-ring sale and 'anal bake-off' events,
were thrilling to the many men that frequent the local gents.
Mum's often guilty of viewing things through rose-tinted spectacles,
Like recalling dad as ever having remotely functioning genitals.
Outside the bogs, Mad Angus "Arse-annihilator" Mc Bigdick, has a left a floral tribute,
Following last night's destruction of mum's poo-chute.
Mum and blokes know all too well, that they are simply cogs,
In the endless, grinding public fuck-machine, that is "The Bogs."
Mum offers absolutely no resistance,
When it comes to blokes getting in her pants.
