The Owl And The Pussycat
Blags and I set off on an awfully big adventure.
The fowl Blags and the Pussy-prat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some Ant-honey, and his prize winner's money,
Wrapped up in Craig's scrote.
Blags looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
And they both threw the Geordie off the boat!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You're revolting and fowl!
And never can you carry a tune you loon, How cacophonously you sing!
But you are a rich ******* so let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring sweet thing, what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Money-tree grows,
And there in a wood a wasted wizard stood, in a cape with a hood,
And With a ring at the end of his knob,
His knob,
His knob,
With a ring at the end of his knob.
"Dear Rince, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Wizard, "I will."
And when they pulled it out, he gave a high-pitched shout!
But the look on his face, was a lecherous disgrace but at least he died with a thrill.
So they took the ring away, and were married next day
By the Pikey who lives on the hill.
They dined on Science's mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
But soon Pussy turned catty and turned to the loon
Saying "Pull your pants down and turn around,
"Arse in the air and head to the ground! And don't make a sound, a sound!"
And the loon Blags was willing and ready for thrilling,
And pulling down his pantaloons, he found eftsoons
The Pussy-prat had ****** off with the winnings.
