I’ve been diagnosed with CRS
Yes, I think that’s it
I forget what it means
Oh yes “Can’t remember shit”
I’ve been diagnosed with CRS
Yes, I think that’s it
I forget what it means
Oh yes “Can’t remember shit”
Do you know why it is?
That old people like
to keep a pet
Is it for the
exercise?
Or a bit of company,
better yet
Well, the truth of it
is
And this will leave
you all agog
It’s so when they bend
down and break wind
They can blame it on
the dog
I knew this time would come
I knew there would be
an end
So don’t try to
justify yourself
And no, we can’t still
be friends
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
Well, that’s not
strictly true he travelled there in style
After all what is the
point of being a crooked man
If you can’t live it
good and large when you can
My doctor was very frank
When discussing my
fitness
He said to me without
humour
“What fits your busy
schedule best?
Exercising for one
hour each day, or
Being dead for twenty-four”
I do have a favourite;
I like them with a predisposition
Basically, I like them
dirty
And prepared for any
position
I love Commando Jo
And nudie Trudy
Above the knee Fi
And rudie Judy
I love on her back
Jack
The leer-er Vera
Back-alley Sally
And in the rear Greer
I love fellatia
Felicia
The giver of head
Pork me Courtney
And three in a bed
Winifred
I always loved the A-Team
A force for good
Coming to the rescue
All guns blazing
But no one ever got
shot
Hannibal Smith was the
brains
B.A.Baracus the brawn
Face was the fixer,
And howling mad
Murdock
Well need I say more
Well, they’re coming
back
In a newish sort of version
Well, a Jewish sort of
version
Called the Oy Vey team
With Chaim Schmitt
BA Barabbas
Fizzog and Kinda
Miffed Mazel Tov