Animals have moved in next door
That must be true somehow
I swear I heard my mother say
She's a sour faced old cow .
Now she is a dirty cow
For not keeping her curtains shut
and my dad has had a rollocking
For staring at her butt .
I didn't know cows should wear a bra
but mum says ''she's showing all she's got''
To a teenage boy fresh out of puberty
That cow next door sure looks hot .
Now mum is going ballistic
She swears the cows neck is made of brass
Just because she wears a skirt
That barely covers her ***.
Now they are the best of friends
We've torn down the garden wall
Girty next door loves bingo
So there must be no barriers at all
Its not a game for me to play
but I choose my bingo ball
Dirty girty number thirty
Please give me a call.
Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014
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