oh oh oh
i think i know that one
must mull
ehBeth wrote:oh oh oh
i think i know that one
must mull
So much for little girls, sugar and spice, and all those other misconceptions ...
Anon
Walkin' down Canal Street
Knockin' every door.
Damn, damn, Son of a Bitch,
Couldn't find a whore.
Finally found a whore,
She was tall and thin.
Damn, damn Son of a Bitch,
Couldn't get it in.
Finally got it in and out
But I was red and sore
The moral of this story is
Never f*** a whore.
It's never too soon to start teaching moral values.
CRAP!
Now I'm walking around singing it!
Noddy is going to have to pay for Mo's threapy now.
I learned the ears song with "boobs" as a substitute for ears.
Plus there's a sorority version but it's pretty tame.
Do your ears hang low,
is your halo on a tilt?
Is your chest too flat?
Did your carnation wilt?
Well, sister dontcha fear
'cause your sister's always near
with some Pi Phi chee-ee-eer
.... (lots of verses I've forgotten, here's the last one)
Come along with me
and we'll have a cup of tea
and if you're not fine
then we'll open up the wine
so, sister dontcha fear
'cause your sister's always near
with some Pi Phi chee-ee-eer
I was taught that at the Dallas convention, 1981, by the Connecticut Alphas (U. Conn. at Storrs).
We have dirtier songs, I have to remember 'em. Most were just local to my chapter.
