Jul 192010
 

Sung to the tune of the Bladon Races (the anthem of the north)

Chorus -
Oh m’lads there’s nothing like a gobble
Sticking your head between her legs and watching her belly wobble
Moving your tongue in and out, Nothing could be finer
Oh m’lads there’s nothing like a good ol 69er

1st Verse
There was this girl, called Mary Jane, she really was quite fetching
So I took her back to my place to show her all my etchings
Mary Jane – she was young, just 13 – she said “I’m but a minor”
So I said “don’t worry love, I’m not superstitious, LETS HAVE A 69er”

Chorus

2nd Verse
When Mary Jane, she awoke, she was in a lather,
She said “I’m gonna go home and tell you to my father”
I said “you can go home, you can tell me to your father, you can tell me to your mother!
But before you go my dear, lets have a 69er”

Chorus

3rd Verse
Mary Jane, she went home and told me to her mother,
Her mother came round to my place, I thought there would be bother
She came to my door, gave it a rap, and gave me a filthy evil stare,
But then she pulled her knickers down said “get your head down there”

Chorus

4th Verse
A wanks a wank and a fucks a fuck and each one has its place
But oh m’lads there’s nothing like a fanny in your face
Moving your tongue in and out around the old vagina
Oh m’lads there’s nothing like…A GOOD OLD 69er