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016 Christopher Columbo CHORUS:His balls they were so round - o His cock hung to the ground -
o That fornicating, copulating Son-of-a-bitch Columbo. In fourteen hundred and
ninety-two A man whose name was Chris Stood by the Trevi fountain Indulging in a piss. Along did come the Queen of
Spain And glimpsing there his dong, Forthwith was smitten with
desire And knew not right from
wrong. "Oh, Isabelle,"
Columbo said, A-waving of his balls, "The world is round as
these are, I feel that duty calls." "Just wait a bit,"
said Isabelle, "And don't forget
essentials, For I've a mind to have a grind And check on your
credentials." She gave her guest no time
for rest, The pace was fairly killing, With legs apart he gave the
tart A cream and cherry filling. With lustful shout they ran
about And practiced copulation, And when they left to sail
away They'd doubled the
population. And when his men pulled out
again, And reckoned all their score
up, They'd caught a pox from
every box That syphilized all Europe. Three ships set sail that
sunny day, They all were triple deckers, The queen she waived her
handkerchief Columbo waived his pecker. For forty days and forty
nights He sailed the broad Atlantic, Columbo and his scurvy crew For want of a screw were
frantic. The cabin boy, the cabin boy, That dirty little nipper, He packed his ass with broken
glass And circumcised his skipper. The first mate's name was
John, They loved him like a
brother, And every night in the pale
moonlight They corn-holed each other. The third mate's name was
Higgins, And Higgins had a big 'un, Twice round his neck, twice
round the deck, The rest was used for riggin. The cook, that rotten man, He was a dirty demon, He served the crew a
menstrual stew, And flavored it with semen. An Indian maid ran down the
beach, Columbo he pursued her, The white of an egg ran down
her leg, Columbo he unscrewed her. And when they got to Yankee
land, The spied a Yankee harlot, When they came her arse was
lily-white, When they left her arse was
scarlet.
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