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Take me to the Hoon Banter Board
Simply the Breast
(as sung by the Squirrel on The Norfolk-ing Way, to the tune Simply the Best)
She's smaller, from Yorkshire, she's got a vibrator,
She runs from me, runs from me, so I can't slate her,
Don't run to Fridh - I know he rims & gives you post-sex weed,
I'll give you a lifetime of drunkenness, a world of dirty dreams,
Filthy, depraved I think you know what I mean,
I can't be wrong, I look at your chest & it turns me on,
They're simply your breasts, somewhere for my beauties to rest,
Better than anyones, any ones I've ever met,
What a work of art, I look at them every day,
Now let me start - to decorate them the Squirrel way,
In your car, or in a bar, every night & every day,
My eyes, get drawn, I can't keep them away,
Just as long as your pair's in my head, I can wank, anyway,
They're simply the best, somewhere for my beauties to rest,
Better than any ones, on anyone I've ever met,
What a work of art, I look at them every day,
Now let me start - to decorate them the Squirrel way,
Each time you leave me I start losing control,
Wanking away with my heart & my soul,
My poor fellow's so red & raw,
At wanking at least - Gem won't score…
Squirrel
13/08/01
© 2001
