Have you heard of a certain bar
Where the girls they go too far?
A young lady named Hocking
Wears naught but a stocking.
But now lets return to that bar …
Have you heard of a certain bar
Where the girls they go too far?
A young lady named Hocking
Wears naught but a stocking.
But now lets return to that bar …
When a young lady eating big bananas
Said, “have you seen my pink pyjamas?”,
We all began coughing
And said, “your wearing nothing!”,
She said, “yes! I’ve lost my pyjamas!”
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At the edge of town
All sound is drowned
By the wind and rain.
The Roman came
And wrote Rome’s name
Here in Britain.
Now I hear the same
Wind and rain.
I met a young lady named White
Who offered me delight for the night.
She was a girrl of fashin
And showed great compassion
By giving me a discount last night …
Distracted from thought
I heard birds sing
As I walked
The path were all thought ends
And Enemies and friends
Lie under the same unending sky,
As will I.
There once was a young lady named Beth
Who said, “there is no life after death!”.
A ghoul called Nool
Called her a fool
Which frightened that poor young lady to death!
I know a young lady named Maddy
Who is dating a rich sugar daddy.
I hear from Miss Heather
He’s neither witty nor clever.
But he’s rich and he’s dating Maddy!
I met a young lady in tight leather
Who said, “my name it is Heather.
I go out on the town
All my sorrows to drown,
But pass out through wearing tight leather!”
On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.