Four and twenty virgins came down from Inverness
And when the ball was over there were four and twenty less!
Singing balls to your partner; your ass against the wall
If you’ve never been had on a Saturday night, you’ve never been had at all.
There was doin’ in the parlor, and doin’ on the stones
You couldn’t hear the music for the wheezin’ and the moans
The village economist he was there, his prick held in his hand
Waitin’ for the moment when supply would meet demand
The village postman he was there, but the poor man had the pox
He couldn’t do the lassies, so he did the letter box
Anne Boleyn was also there, even though she’s dead
She’s terrific on her back, me boys, but better giving head!
Pinocchio was also there, and quite a sight to see
The ladies sat upon his face and shouted, “Lie to me!”
The village magician, he was there; he gave us all a laugh
He pulled his foreskin over his head and vanished up his ass!