Bingo
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 ass.
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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