She was knock-knee'd and double-jointed With a fifteen-inch peter, A double-beat metre, And a voice inside my head kept saying "Relax... you're not going to miss the bus driver." Seems this guy wanders away feeling wonderful. Well, next week, he was only a sheet on. A lovely young diver named Nancy, Wore a bikini bottom quite chancy, The fish of Bonaire, Watched her Derriere, And the band played "God Save the whales. Club
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