door op The mayor of Bayswater,
has got a pretty daughter,
And the hairs on her dinky dido,
hang down to her knees.
One black one, one white one,
and one with a little shite one,
and one with a fairy light one,
to show us the way.
I’ve smelt it, I’ve felt it, it’s just like a bit of velvet.
I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it, I’ve lain right between it.
It would take a Welch miner, to find her vagina.
Though it seems ridiculous, she rides her bike knickerless.
She went to Glamorgan, her cunt like a barrel organ.
If she was my daughter, I’d have them cut shorter.
She went to the varsity, and there lost her blasted chastity.
She slept with a demon, who washed her with semen.
She lived on a mountain, and pissed like a fucking fountain.
She married an Italian, with balls like a fucking stallion.
She divorced the Italian, and married the fucking stallion.
