Dancing With Marie

Her tounge is like a machine gun with fists
And it sputters into action
Giving ya’ 40 licks

Batmans belt couldn’t give ya’ so many lashes
When our kids out drinking with lasses

Medusa locks, all tongs,
Bounce and bob
Getting nasty on ya’ pasty
If you look at her wrong

With more back Lopez
She’ll knock ya’ into next week
Floats like butterfly
And stings like a bee

Ya’ Knar you’ve had a good night
When you’re dancin' with Marie.

Mr Cleaver.

Jesus Christ Almighty
My best friends Dad just seen is in me nighty
And I said out loud
In a high pitched tone
“My Dear Mr Cleaver, I’ve only a slip on”

Holy Mary Mother of God
He fell down the stairs to the sound of me gob
And he shouted out loud
In a whale and a scream
“Miss Johnson you are rude, now put it away”

So, Father please bless me for all of me sins
I’ll never wear a nighty that doesn’t cover me shins.