Here I sit Same as ever
Dirty arse, got no paper
Boss is calling,
Can not linger
Stuff it, I'll use me finger

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There was a young fellow named Harry, 
            Had a joint that was long, huge and scary. 
                He pressed it on a virgin 
                Who, without any urgin', 
            Immediately spread like a fairy. 



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There was a young fellow named Malcolm 
            Who dusted his ass-hole with talcum. 
                He'd always use it 
                Everytime that he shit, 
            And found the sensation quite welcome. 



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There was a Bishop from Trawlee 
            Who went out into the Garden to pee. 
                He said "Pax Vou Biscum" 
                I can't make the piss come 
            It must be the C L A P! 



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There once was a bishop from Nottingham 
            Who stood on a bridge down in Birmingham. 
                He watched all the stunts 
                Of the cunts in the punts 
            And the tricks of the pricks that were fucking
            them. 



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