The chicken and the egg
Lay in the afterglow
He lit a cigarette and
said
“Well now we know”
The chicken and the egg
Lay in the afterglow
He lit a cigarette and
said
“Well now we know”
Are you wearing a look of satisfaction?
Well, that blush is a
tell-tale sight
You have clearly been
indulging
In a spot of afternoon
delight
Are you wearing baggy dungarees?
Oh yes, they’re the
bee’s knees
And I can get inside
them with ease
In fact, I can have
them round your knees
Quicker than you can
sneeze
Oh yes, I like your
baggy dungarees
There was supposed to be
A documentary last
night on Cable
It was all about the
g-spot
I did try to find it,
but I wasn’t able
Men like logic and sex
In fact, they really like
it
But sex better than
logic
Though I can't prove
it
The sex was so good last night
With my girlfriend
Bimbette
That after it was over
even
The neighbours had a
cigarette.
Why did the voyeur cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could find somewhere to hide
She said “Let’s try role play
My dirty little
mister”
“Ok” he agreed “I’ll
be me
And you can be your
sister”
No matter your persuasion
Sex is not the answer
Sex is actually the question
And “Yes” is the answer
I went to a talk about the Wheelbarrow
Just another boring
gardening talk
But I was wrong, it
was totally enthralling
Next week’s position
is the crab walk
Are you wearing blue lipstick?
Then you must be a
Dutch chick
Because I’ve heard the
song Ma’am
About blue lips from
Amsterdam
My wife is a sex object
Though I still have respect
But whenever I ask for sex,
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
During the Christmas
season
Walk up to them and
say
“They call me Jingle
Bells
Because I go all the
way”
The latest gossip is in from the North Pole
And the Claus’s have
divorced you know
So why did Santa
divorce Mrs. Claus?
Because he found out
she was a ho ho ho
Scrooge hates Christmas
But loves all of the
reindeer
And the simple reason
for that is
To him every buck is
dear
You can liken women’s breasts to a
Birthday gift of a
train set, for lads
They were originally
meant for kids
But who gets to play
with them, Dads
Are you wearing a bunch of mistletoe?
Well, you certainly mean business
Isn’t that overkill? “Less is more” after all
But you know what you’re doing I guess
Are you aiming at a particular beau?
Do you have a target in mind?
Or are you more indiscriminate
Scattergun like or something of the kind
Oh, so there is an object of your affections
Is it perhaps someone that I know?
It’s someone I know very well indeed?
I still don’t know the identity of your beau
It’s me? I’m the one you desire?
You want to kiss me beneath the mistletoe?
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
During the Christmas
season
Walk up and simply ask
her
“If she would like to meet
Santa's little helper?”
Do you know what Santa brings naughty
Boys and girls so they
are not excluded?
It’s not coal anymore
so don’t think that
Its batteries,
labelled "toy not included"
The difference between Santa Claus
And a serial philanderer
as it goes
Is in essence a total
lack of self-control
Because Santa stopped
at three ho’s