Ivor Biggun
Ivor Biggun - Cats On The Rooftops songtekst
Je score:
Cats on the rooftops Cats on the tiles Cats with s*philis Cats with piles Cats with their a*se'oles Wreathed in smiles As they revel in the joys of f*rnication Now the donkey is a lonely moke He very rarely has a poke But when he does he lets it soak And he revels in the joys of f*rnication chorus Now an elephant's ball is big and round One of them weighs a thousand pounds Two of them together shake the bloody ground As they revel in the joys of f*rnication chorus Now the vampire bat is out of luck He very rarely has a f*ck But you should see that little bugger suck As he revels in the joys of f*rnication chorus Now the poor old tortoise in his shell He can't do it very well But when he does, f*cking hell As he revels in the joys of f*rnication chorus Now the poor old spinster is feeling kind of blue She can't screw like the other people do She buys three bananas and eats the other two As she revels in the joys of f*rnication chorus Now the twenty-seven verses, all in rhyme To sing every one of them would surely be a crime We'd be much better spending our time Reveling in the joys of f*rnication chorus