Spring is on its way
so put on your snowpants and play.
Suck down some cocoa
And put away your po-po (relax, don't go loco)
and slide on your sled while ye may
A painter was dipping his brush
Into the delicate colour of blush He tripped and fell down
Stuck his foot in the brown And his beautiful canvas, he did crush.
I once met a man in the park
Reading, while naked as a lark
So I stole his umbrella
He pointed to his little fella
and said, "How ya like my bookmark?"
I can't understand Dr. Phil
To think of him gives me a chill
His moustache and bald head
look like Pringle's Can Ted*
And with plenty of bullsh*t he's filled**
A dirty old man and his maid
Tried to figure out how to get paid
he dusted her thong
with the end of his schlong
She gasped, "That's quite nice," and she stayed.
[A night on the town's what Fred needs
To give topless girls mardi gras beads
but his wife, she objects...
but then again, she's a woman, so why listen to her, because, really, who listens to women? -- especially when they object.
A night on the town's what Fred needs
To give topless girls mardi gras beads
but his wife, she objects...
but then again, she's a woman, so why listen to her, because, really, who listens to women? -- especially when they object. That was a long fourth line, indeed
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