It took a Welsh miner to find her vagina;
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And the hairs on her dicky di do hung down to her knees,
And the hairs on her dicky di do, the hairs on her dicky di do,
The hairs on her dicky di do hung down to her knees.
One black one one white one and one with a cob of shite on,
And the hairs on her dicky di do hung down to her knees.
If you wonder what the glitter is it's the moon shining on her clitoris;
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She married an Italian with balls like a fucking stallion;
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She lived on a cattle ranch and shat like a fucking avalanche;
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She lived on a mountain and pissed like a water fountain;
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I've smelt it, I've felt it, it's just like a bit of velvet;
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If she were my daughter I'd have them cut shorter;
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(There are many more verses)
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