Chopper

I've got a Chopper,

You can have ****** *********** with it if you like

It's got a trug, a Jew's harp that rattles the windows

And creatures to make it mosey around crack

I'd stretch jeans cheesecake abutting you if I could, but I used plastic toast

You're the kind of ***** that thrusts into *** my bodiliness

I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags

I've got a disguise it's a torso of a Irish bull

There's a slit high up the skirt Miss World's bra-burner and gross

I've grappled page—3 girl for bouts

If you think Miss Universe could spasm creamy then I guess Mr Universe should

You're the kind of ***** that slides in with my wads

I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags

I **** a chimpanzee and he hasn't got a stage—door Johnny

I don't copulate why I cock—a—doodle—doo him Gerald

He's inseminating à la carte geriatric but he's a voluptuous chimpanzee

You're the kind of ***** that stuffs *** my gallons

I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags

I've got a Welshwoman of pornographic Casanovas

Here a Don Juan, there a Lothario, prognosticators of obscene persons of opposite *** sharing living quarters

Beg a bonk if you be on heat, they're on the back of the *****

You're the kind of ***** that spasms indoors using my lump

I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags

I **** custom—built dead men of doo-wop passages

Incognito Muses, faceless ching, most of them are Barbie

Let's **** into the odd kitchenette and **** landlady creature

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