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The Ball Of Kerrymiur  Various Artists



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        Chorus: Si[A]ngin'
                Ba[D]lls to your partner,
Your ass against the wall.
                If y[G]ou can't get laid on a Saturday night,
                You'll ne[A7]ver get laid at all.
-or-
                W[D]ho hae ye last nicht,
An' who hae ye noo?
                The m[G]an wha' hae ye last nicht,
                He ca[A7]nna hae ye noo.
                Four and tw[D]enty virgins
Come down from Inverness.
                When t[G]he ball was ov[D]er
                There were f[E7]our and twenty le[A]ss.
                [Cborus] 
There was doin' in the parlour,
There was doin' on the stones.
You couldn't hear the music
For the wheezin' and the groans.
                [Cborus] 
The undertaker, he was there,
All wrapped up in a shroud,
Swingin' from the chandalier,
And peein' on the crowd.
                [Cborus] 
The village cripple, he was there,
But he couldn't do that much.
So he lined the ladies against the wall
And did 'em with his crutch.
                [Cborus] 
Miss Molly McFearson
Was standin' way up front,
With some posies in her hand,
And a carrot up 'er cunt.
                [Cborus] 
The village postman, he was there,
Though the poor lad had the pox.
He couldn't do the lassies,
So he did the letterbox.
                [Cborus] 
The village magician, he was there,
He gave us all a laugh.
He pulled his foreskin over his head,
And vanished up his ass.
                [Cborus] 
The fruit-picker's daughter, she was there,
And always within reach.
Offerin' the men all they could eat,
And for only three pence each.
                [Cborus] 
The young lad Johnny, he was there,
Though only a lad of eight.
He couldn't find a woman there,
So he had to masterbate.
                [Cborus] 
The eunich and someone's wife
Had a little tryst.
He didn't have much that would work,
So he had to use his fist.
                [Cborus] 
First lady forward,
Second lady aft.
Third lady's finger
Up the fourth lady'd ass.
                [Cborus] 
The deaf mute lad, he was there,
And didn't have much to say.
Waitin' for the lasses to pass out,
And doin' 'em where they lay.
                [Cborus] 
The stableboy, he was there,
And couldn't do much worse.
So he went down to the stables
And did his favourite horse.
                [Cborus] 
The queen was in the kitchen
Eating bread and honey.
The king was in the chambermaid,
And she was in the money.
                [Cborus] 
The shepherdboy, he was there,
And had a secret hard to keep.
He did the ladies when he could,
But otherwise did his sheep.
                [Cborus] 
The Catholic priest was standin' around,
Watchin' them in the hall.
Finally he had all he could take,
And did the hole in the wall.
                [Cborus] 
A Fanciscan Friar was in the courtyard,
Naked in the sun.
Drinkin' the sacrifcial wine,
And doin' an ugly nun.
                [Cborus] 
The bride was in the parlour
Explaining to the groom
That the vagina, not the rectum
Is the entrance to the womb.
                [Cborus] 
The sailor was all excited,
And racing down the halls,
A-sumblin' on his pecker
And a-trippin' o'er his balls.
                [Cborus] 
The Lord of the castle was runnin' around,
Raisin' up his kilts.
Propositionin' the nearest lady,
"Lassie, quick, before it wilts."
                [Cborus] 
The pickpocket's wife, she was there,
A bonnie little thing.
Many a lad gained a disease,
But lost their favourite ring.
                [Cborus] 
The Baker's wife, she was there,
Dancing in the streets.
She obviously enjoyed her husband's bread,
But got an infection from the yeast.
                [Cborus] 
The drunkerd found the village whore,
Dressed up in her lace.
But the ups and downs made him ill,
And he threw up in her face.
                [Cborus] 
The village baker, he was there,
And looking pretty mean.
A-shoutin' that the girls were all tarts,
And a-pumpin' them full of cream.
                [Cborus] 
The village blacksmith, he was there,
With his balls made of brass.
And every time he laid a lass,
The sparks flew out her ass.
                [Cborus] 
The village harlot, she was there,
A-lyin' on the floor.
And every time she opened her legs,
The suction closed the door.
                [Cborus] 
There was doin'in the hallways,
There was doin' on the stair.
You couldn't find the carpet
For the pile of pubic hair.
                [Cborus] 
The blacksmith's wife, she was there,
A-sittin' by the fire,
Performing abortions by the hour
With a red-hot brand of wire.
                [Cborus] 
The village butcher, he was there,
A cleaver in his hand.
And every time he turned around,
He circumcised a man.
                [Cborus] 
In the middle of the ballroom
The village idiot sat,
Amusin' himself by abusing' himself,
And catching it in his hat.
Don't blame me,
Yours etc.,
SubGenius

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