I can’t play my instrument
We were mismatched
So, I am selling my
guitar
No strings attached
I can’t play my instrument
We were mismatched
So, I am selling my
guitar
No strings attached
I went away to a third world country in secret
Because I knew the British
doctors would scoff
So, I went ahead and
had a cheap circumcision
But although it was a
lot cheaper it was a rip off
I love the human body though some
Bits more than others
I must confess
And I thank God for
nipples, as without
I couldn’t quite remember how
To throw a boomerang
now
But then eventually
It came back to me
Four and Twenty tailors
Went to kill a snail;
But natural England
Had them sent to jail
Are you wearing a Santa outfit?
Does it come with all the kit?
The boots and beard and hat
And padding to make you look fat
I didn’t believe in Santa anymore
Now I see you and I think phwor
I really enjoyed our date
I’m so glad that you
rang
It was a brilliant Guy
Fawkes
Night that ended with
a bang