I have wondered what it would be like
To be a lesbian or do they say dyke?
All the advantages of being a man
Getting off with girls when you can
And drooling over gorgeous gals
Without the embarrassing genitals
I have wondered what it would be like
To be a lesbian or do they say dyke?
All the advantages of being a man
Getting off with girls when you can
And drooling over gorgeous gals
Without the embarrassing genitals
One of the problems with old age
And there are a few at this late stage
Apart from my weakened bladder
Is when I reach the top of the ladder
Which in itself is no mean feat at all
It’s leant against the wrong bloody wall
Reality is that which,
A philosopher might say
When you stop believing in it,
Doesn’t go away
If they tell you you're too small
To have an impact, let’s assume
They’ve never tried going to bed
With a mosquito in the room
Peach and Bimbette one day were walking in the woods
And found something on the ground where they stood
Peach bends down and says, “Look these are Bear marks”
Bimbette looked and disagreed with her friends remarks
“What are you on? They aren't bear marks you dummy”
'They're obviously deer prints” she says “Cant you see?”
It’s not clear how long they argued to be perfectly honest
Next day’s paper read: Two models hit by train in forest
Dad, I heard at school today,
That in the east, like in Bombay
A man doesn't know his wife
Until he marries her for life
That happens everywhere,
Son, absolutely everywhere
I just got lost in thought
I’m sorry but that’s my story
Now you might well scoff
As it was unfamiliar territory