Ron and the Rude Boys - Balls of Kerrymuir

Four & twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
And when the ball was over there was four and twenty less.

Chorus ; Balls to your partner, arse against the wall,
If you never get Fucked on a saturday night,
You'll never get Fucked at all.

The village postman he was there, he had a dose of pox,
He couldn't fuck the women so he Fucked the letterbox.
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The village plumber he was there, he felt a fucking fool,
He walked eleven miles or more and forgot to bring his tool.
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There was fucking in the hallways and fucking in the ricks,
You couldn't hear the music for the swishing of the pricks.
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There was fucking in the ante-room and fucking on the stairs,
You couldn't see the carpet for the short and curly hairs.
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The parson's daughter she was there, the cunning little runt,
With poison ivy up her arse, and a thistle up her cunt.
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The vicar's wife she was there, sitting by the fire,
Knitting rubber johnies from an indian rubber tyre.
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The village idiot he was there, sitting up a pole,
He pulled his foreskin over his head and whistled down the hole.
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The village Smithy he was there, sitting by the fire,
Doing abortions by the score with a piece of red hot wire.
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The Smithy's brother he was there, a mighty man was he,
He lined them up against the wall and fucked them three by three.
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Giles he played a dirty trick, we cannot let it pass,
He showed a lass his mighty prick and shoved it up her arse.
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Jock McTavish he was there, his prick was long and broad,
When he Fucked the farmers wife she had to be rebored.
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Little Tommy he was there, he was only eight,
He couldn't fuck the women so he had to masterbate.
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And when the ball was over, everyone confessed,
They all enjoyed the dancing, but the fucking was the best.
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