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001 Barnacle Bill The Sailor
(Sung to the tune of
"Barnacle Bill the Sailor") WOMAN'S VOICE: Who's that knocking at my
door? Who's
that knocking at my door? Who's
that knocking at my door? Cried
the fair young maiden. MAN'S
VOICE: Oh,
it's only me from across the sea. Cried
Barnacle Bill the Sailor. WOMAN'S
VOICE: Why
are you knocking at my door? Why
are you knocking at my door? Why
are you knocking at my door? Cried
the fair young maiden. MAN'S
VOICE: 'Cos
I'm young enough, and ready and tough. Cried
Barnacle Bill the Sailor. Will
you take me to the dance? To
hell with the dance down with your pants. You
can sleep upon the floor. I'll
not sleep on the floor you dirty whore. You
can sleep upon the mat. Oh,
bugger the mat you can't f*** that. You
can sleep upon the stairs. Oh,
f*** the stairs they haven't got hairs. What's
that running up my blouse? It's
only me mitt to grab yer tit. You
can sleep between my tits. Oh,
bugger your tits they give me the shits. You
can sleep between my thighs. Bugger
your thighs they're covered in flies. You
can sleep within my cunt. Oh,
bugger your c*** but I'll f*** for a stunt. What's
that running in and out? It's
only me c**k, it's as hard as a rock. What's
that running down my leg? It's
only me shot that missed yer t***. What
if my parents should find out? We'll
eat your ma and blow your pa. What
if my mother should disagree? If
yer ma'll agree we'll make it three. What
if we should get VD? We'll
pick the sores and f*** some more. What
if we should get the (clap!)? Gotta
be willin' to take penicillin. What
if I should have a child? We'll
drown the bugger and f*** for another. What
if we should have a girl? We'll
dig a ditch and bury the bitch. What
if we should have a boy? He'll
play rugby and f*** like me. What'll
we do when the baby's born We'll
drown the bugger and f*** for another. What
if you should go to jail? I'll
pick the lock with my ten-foot c**k. What
if we should go to prison? I'll
swing my balls and knock down the walls. |
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