Get f*****!
She came from Biddulph, and she called me "duck"
I'd seen her picture in a dirty book,
Something secret made her give it up,
She wouldn't spill the beans.
But something's wrong,
Coz my car seat smelled,
She had the hardest pair of panties that I've ever felt,
She must be wearing a chastity belt,
I couldn't get in her jeans.
She said: "Can you keep a secret?" and confided in me,
"Now don't go telling nobody!"
I said: "This b******'s going on the next LP!"
And I yelled at the top of my lungs.
She's got piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
She can't wipe her a***, and her gusset's soiled,
By the pus dripping out of her haemmoroids,
Everybody's calling her Olive Boil She said: "Don't take the p***"
Nodules up her bottom and pink polyps,
Warts up her sphincter and her b***ock lips,
She leaves mucus wherever she sits,
"Hey, lads! Look at this!"
She's got piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
Everytime she squats upon my face,
(Everytime she squats upon my face)
My nose gets full of evil-smelling paste,
(My nose gets full of evil-smelling paste)
My eyes get blinded by a bright pink bunch of grapes.
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
©1991 The Macc Lads
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She came from Biddulph, and she called me "duck"
I'd seen her picture in a dirty book,
Something secret made her give it up,
She wouldn't spill the beans.
But something's wrong,
Coz my car seat smelled,
She had the hardest pair of panties that I've ever felt,
She must be wearing a chastity belt,
I couldn't get in her jeans.
She said: "Can you keep a secret?" and confided in me,
"Now don't go telling nobody!"
I said: "This b******'s going on the next LP!"
And I yelled at the top of my lungs.
She's got piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
She can't wipe her a***, and her gusset's soiled,
By the pus dripping out of her haemmoroids,
Everybody's calling her Olive Boil She said: "Don't take the p***"
Nodules up her bottom and pink polyps,
Warts up her sphincter and her b***ock lips,
She leaves mucus wherever she sits,
"Hey, lads! Look at this!"
She's got piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
Everytime she squats upon my face,
(Everytime she squats upon my face)
My nose gets full of evil-smelling paste,
(My nose gets full of evil-smelling paste)
My eyes get blinded by a bright pink bunch of grapes.
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**,
Piles up her f**** and a sore r*****,
Piles up her a***,
Piles up her b**, and bunions.
©1991 The Macc Lads
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