Please don’t feel the need to shoot me, don’t just turn and walk away
I know some will berate me for what I’m going to say.
But have we become jelly, thin skinned, some call it woke
It’s got now that it’s ******* hard to even tell a joke.
“You can’t say that!” they tell me, “Oh no you will offend!”
That man-like blue haired Karen sitting at the end
Of the table full of women sat sipping on their gin
“Oh, is that so?” I tell them “Now where do I begin!”
Sure, an English and a Scotsman can’t walk into a bar
With a mate who is an Irishman, so they leave him in the car.
Now the joke just isn’t funny if Paddy isn’t dim
So go on get our mucker, go and bring him in.
And on that fact, I’ll tell you that the Irish do not care
For even back in Ireland the ****** lives in Clare.
The Scot he can’t be frugal or as we once knew “******* tight!”
We can’t say that Welshmen love to sleep with **** sheep at night.
We can’t use words like *******, arses, holes or ****
Hell I’m not allowed to even say the wifes mother is a bat.
God forbid don’t mention the colour of ones skin
And should I now feel guilty saying “God” is that a sin?
If you know it wasn’t mean to hurt or offend, then let it go
Especially if you paid to see the comedians ******* show.
Oh, **** I swore, agghh I said ****, I’m in the bad books now
And I’ll tell you, I blame that Karen, she’s a ******* cow