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There was a young man from Alsace,
Who had two legs made of brass, In windly weather, The banged together, And sparks came out of his @ss. |
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There was a blond boy from West Ham
who hastily boarded a tram when he had embarked the conductor remarked 'Your fare sir?' He answered 'I am.' |
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Reg - you are taking it too far now
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She was only a bookmakers daughter, but she liked a bit each way.
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Battling Ben,
A soldier brave, He fought through war's alarms. A cannonball took off his legs, So he lay down his arms. |
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She was only a decorators daughter, but she was an expert on carpet, god on rugs, and not at all bad on lino.
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*good*
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She was only the fishmongers daughter,
But she knew how to lay on the slab, and say fillit. |
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WTF
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The boy stood on the burning deck picking his nose like mad.
Rolling it into little balls and flicking it at his dad. |
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beans beans good for the heart
the more you eat the more you fart the more you fart the better you feel so lets have beans for every meal |
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she was only the general's daughter but she knew what reggie meant
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She stood on the bridge at midnight
throwing snowballs at the mon she said sir, ive never had it but she spoke too bl0ody soon she stood on the bridge at midnight picking blackheads from her crutch she said sir, ive never had it he said no, not fu$cking much |
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The boy stood on the burning deck,
A pocket full of charcoal, He stuck his head between his knees, And blew it out his @sshole. |
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I used to go out with a girl that had the whole of the London A-Z tattoed on her shoulder and back.
I always knew where I was with her! |
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She was only a gravedigger's daughter
But she like to lie under the sod |
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She was only a welder's daughter but she had a set o' lean legs
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she was only the builders dauighter but she didn't come very often
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I new a woman from scorton
Who had a long t1t and a short 'un In addition to that A big hairy tw@t And a fart like a 500 Norton |
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There once was a man named Joel
Whose c0ck was as long as a pole he thought he was a king as almost everything but rhyming wasn't his forte |