Ron and the Rude Boys - Sing Us Another One (1)

There was a young lady from Itching,
Sat scratching her crutch in the kitchen,
Her Mother said, ``Rose, it's pox I suppose,''
She said, ``Bollocks, get on with your knitting.''

Chorus ;
That was a beautiful song,
Sing us another one,
Just like the other one,
Sing us another one do.

There was a young fella named Dave,
Who found a dead whore in a cave,
It took him some pluck to have a cold fuck,
But look at the money he saved.
Chorus

There was a young girl from Australia,
Whose cunt did smell like a dahlia,
At 5p a smell it went very well,
At 10p a lick was a failure. Chorus

There was a young girl from Cape Cod,
Who thought that all babes came from God,
It wasn't the Almighty who lifted her nighty,
It was Roger the lodger the sod.
Chorus

There was a young lady from Gannon,
Who had an affair with the Reverend Buchanan,
She said with a grin, as he slipped it right in,
With those balls you should be a Cannon.
Chorus

There was a young man from Bengal,
Who had a hexagonal ball,
Its molecular weight was his prick times eight,
And twice the square root of fuck all.
Chorus

There was a young maid from Mobile,
Whose cunt was made of blue steel,
She got her thrills from pneumatic drills,
And off-centred emery wheels.
Chorus

There was a young nun from Siberia,
Endowed with a virgin interior,
Until an old monk jumped into her bunk,
And now she's the Mother Superior.
Chorus

There was a young Scot from Delray,
Who buggered his father one day,
Saying I like it rather, to stuff it up father,
He's clean and there's nothing to pay.
Chorus

There was a young plumber of Lea,
Who was plumbing a girl by the sea,
She said, ``Stop your plumbing, there's somebody coming.'
Said the Plumber still plumbing, ``It's me !''
Chorus

The gay young Duke of Buckingham,
Stood on the bridge at Rockingham,
Watching the stunts of the cunts on the punts,
And the tricks of the pricks that were stuffing 'em.
Chorus

There was a young girl from Azores,
Whose cunt was covered in sores,
All the dogs in the street, would lick the green meat,
That hung in festoons from her drawers.
Chorus

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