On Tuesday, while pumping the weights
And running the track in figure eights,
I saw Ali the Turk
Act like a jerk
He pulled down the pants of some mates
Now a Turkish moon should be a crescent
Quite different to those I saw present
Now a Turkish moon should be a crescent
Quite different to those I saw present.
More like full moons
Rising o'er the dunes
They promised a present most pleasant.
In the name of perdition, what's that?
Don't worry, he said, 'twas a brown bat
They are kind of friendly
But treated too tend'ly
May well piss at the drop of a hat
Ladies well versed in morosophy
Thank the Lord, are not the boss of me
My still fervent desire
Can't get that much hiya
So, quit changing my lines, see?
That pisses me off a lot, it's not worth
The time that it took, taking my mirth
But as you can see
I'm a better man than thee,
So I won't dig you into the earth.
