Nice little PERIOD song!
Lad it's your duty to find ye a lass,
With child baring hips and a pink supple ass.
And make her your wife and love her with love so true.
Well some rivers run high,
Some rivers run low,
When her river runs red,
And she's starting her flow,
It's called menstration and hears what it means to you.
You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first,
Stand back, that ovarian dam's gonna burst,
But don't be afraid it a natural thing,
Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string.
Put the old linens on top of the bed,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead
And she'll want to make love,
If you do your a fool,
Cause you'll only end up with a bloody old tool,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead
She'll retain her water,
Her breasts will be tender,
And every third word that you say will offend her,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead.
The pub is the plkace when the lads are a meeting,
When the moons full and the gals are a bleeding.
The Catholic, The Protestant even the Pagean.
The pub is the place when your lady is ragging.
And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her loins,
But guys it will taste like some old rusty coins.
So drink up your pint boys,
And thank your shamrocks,
And be greatful we don't have to bleed from our cocks
So turn off the light boys
And take off your hats,
Drop to your knees,
Say a prayer to saint Pats,
That he'll give you the strength to get out of the bed,
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead.
With child baring hips and a pink supple ass.
And make her your wife and love her with love so true.
Well some rivers run high,
Some rivers run low,
When her river runs red,
And she's starting her flow,
It's called menstration and hears what it means to you.
You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first,
Stand back, that ovarian dam's gonna burst,
But don't be afraid it a natural thing,
Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string.
Put the old linens on top of the bed,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead
And she'll want to make love,
If you do your a fool,
Cause you'll only end up with a bloody old tool,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead
She'll retain her water,
Her breasts will be tender,
And every third word that you say will offend her,
Get out of the house go down to the old pub instead.
The pub is the plkace when the lads are a meeting,
When the moons full and the gals are a bleeding.
The Catholic, The Protestant even the Pagean.
The pub is the place when your lady is ragging.
And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her loins,
But guys it will taste like some old rusty coins.
So drink up your pint boys,
And thank your shamrocks,
And be greatful we don't have to bleed from our cocks
So turn off the light boys
And take off your hats,
Drop to your knees,
Say a prayer to saint Pats,
That he'll give you the strength to get out of the bed,
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead.