Ivor Biggun

Ivor Biggun - The Sailors In The Gents songtekst

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In a gentleman's ur*nal, on the night before cup final
I saw two sailors standing bold as brass
And their conduct was disgusting 'cause one of them was 
thrusting
Three fingers up the other fellow's a*se
I said "I'm not complaining but would you mind explaining
Why you're performing this disgusting trick?"
And the first tar said "It's easy, this sailor's feeling 
queasy
I'm his mate, I'm trying to make him sick."
I said "But this is heinous, three fingers up the an*s
Will never make him sick, you silly goat."
But he looked rather sly and then gave this reply
He said "They will do when I stick 'em down his throat!"
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