Gee Up Neddy
Foreign legion, desert sands
Long hot days and idle hands
Many nights a long time randy
Sultry maiden might be handy
Sorry son, the colonel said
Donkey tied up by the shed
You will find no ladies here
Donkey’s willing for a beer
Sir, my ardour’s all but busting
But a donkey… that’s disgusting
Son if what you want is loving
It’s the donkey or it’s nothing
Okay, Sir, I’ll try it out
But I’m in a little doubt
So I wonder if you might
Watch to check I do it right
By the shed his pants are down
Even donkey wears a frown
But he’s trained and makes no fuss
Soldier makes a clumsy thrust
Sir, is this the right technique
Colonel said you crazy freak
The lads all take a donkey ride
To town where all the girls reside
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