"Oh, think twice,
It's just another day for mum and blokes with pubic lice..."
Dad's halogen penis glare
(Mr Sheen),
Aggressive head of Piss Steam
(inbetween).
After the church's Sunday afternoon children's service, now begins the inquest,
Into how long dad was stood in the Nativity scene undressed.
In her seat, mum's adjusting,
After another arsehole busting.
Mum's twat: abysmal,
Mum's anus: abysmal.
It's always a long, drawn out battle,
to stop dad anally fucking cattle.
To blokes, mum appears to have a generously divisible twat,
Dad's continuing his affair with ex-Crew Alexandra, Aston Villa, Bari, Juventus, Sampdoria, Arsenal, Nottingham Forest and England World Cup Italia '90 last minute-extra-time-volley-goalscorer, David Platt.
The bogs are exceptionally busy;
Rumour has it, mum's arsehole has gone "fizzy."
Your body is certainly no fucking temple,
You work on the streets, you're up for rental.
As long as a bloke brings the requisite dog faeces,
He can absolutely knob mum's bum'ole to pieces.
