The Ball Of Kerrymuir
Pagina 468 • Engelstalige liederen
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Balls to your partner,
Arse against the wall
If you've never been fucked on a Saturday night
you'll never be fucked at all
't Was the gathering of the clans
And all the Scots were there
A-feeling up the lassies
Among the pubic hair
Four and twenty virgins
Came down from Inverness.
And when the Ball was over,
There were four and twenty less
There was fucking in the kitchen
And fucking in the halls
You couldn't hear the music
For the clanging of the balls
The village plumber he was there
He felt an awful fool,
He'd come eleven leagues or more
And forgot to bring his tool
The town magician, he was there
He gave us all the laughs
Pulled his foreskin over his head
And vanished up his ass
The village idiot he was there
Up to his favourite trick
Bouncin' on his testicles
And whistling through his prick
The village copper he was there
He had a mighty pole
He grabbed a maiden by the ass
And yodelled through her hole
The chimney-sweeper he was there,
But he soon got the boot
For every time he farted,
He covered 'em all with soot
The village leper he was there
Sitting on a log
He peeled the foreskin off his cock
And fed it to his dog
The mayor's daughter she was there
She had the crowd in fits
A-jumping off the mantelpiece
And bouncing off her tits
Tiny Timmy he was there
He was only eight
He couldn't reach the lassies
So he had to masturbate
And when the ball was over
They all went home to rest
The music had been exquisite
But the fucking was the best