013 Cats On The Rooftop

 


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013 Cats On The Rooftop

 

CHORUS:Singing cats on the rooftop, cats on the tiles,

Cats with the clap and cats with the piles,

Cats with their asses wreathed in smiles,

As they revel in the joys of fornication.

 

When you wake up in the morn with the devil of a stand,

From the pressure of the liquid on the seminary gland,

If you haven't got a woman use you own horny hand,

As you revel in the joys of masturbation.

 

The Regimental Sergeant Major leads a miserable life,

He can't afford a mistress and he doesn't have a wife,

So he puts it up the bottom of the Regimental Fife,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

When you find yourself in springtime with a surge of sexual joy,

And your wife has got the rag on and your daughter's rather coy,

Then jam it up the arse hole of your favorite choirboy,

As you revel in a smooth ejaculation.

 

The ostrich on the pampas is a solitary chick,

Without the opportunity to dip its wick,

But whenever it does it slips in thick,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

The elephant's dong is big and round,

A small one weighs a thousand pound,

Two together shake the ground,

As they revel in the joys of fornication.

 

The oyster is a paragon of purity,

And you can't tell the he from the she,

But he can tell and so can she,

As they revel in the joys of fornication.

 

The donkey is a lonely bloke,

He hardly ever gets a poke,

But when he does he lets it soak,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

The hippopotamus so it seems,

Rarely, if ever, has wet dreams,

But when he does he comes in streams,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

 

The camel likes to have his fun,

His night is made when he is done,

He always gets two humps for one,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

The flea cavorts among the trees,

And there consorts with whom he please,

To fill the land with bastard fleas,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

The ape is small and rather slow,

Erect he stands a foot or so,

So when he comes it's time to go,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

The orangutan is a colorful sight,

There's a glow on its arse likke a pilot light,

As it jumps and it leaps in  the night,

As he revels in the joys of fornication.

 

Long-legged curates grind like goats,

Pale-faced spinsters shag like stoats,

And the whole damn works stands by and gloats,

As they revel in the joys of fornication.

 

A thousand verses all in rhyme,

To sit and sing them seems a crime,

When we could better spend our time,

Revelling in the joys of fornication.

 

 


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Last updated: February 25, 2007.