The_Dover
14th December 2005, 15:28
West Country Boy - The Shirehorses
Hey, country boy, make some hay, country boy,
What you swearing at? I'll fookin' give yer that,
You lads are all the same, aye, yer bloody lazy. Yer drive me chuffin' crazy!
Now what you winking at, you know I'm not like that,
Keep yer mind on cutting grass, and off my hairy ass,
You're an ugly bleeder, but oi needs yer, and oi loves yer just the same!
Oo-arr. How many times must a young lad beg,
To get his hands on yer middle leg....
You're my kind of guy, you're a big strapping laddy,
Let me take you home and play mummies and daddies,
Shut up sonny I'm not that way but you are...
West country boy!!!
Put yer 'ands on, put yer 'ands on, go on oi dares you!!
Oo-arr. Put yer 'ands on, put yer 'ands on.
Hey, country boy, What you staring at? You randy little twat,
Keep yer mind on cutting edge, and off my meat and two veg,
You're with me on this hillock, you're a pillock, but oi loves yer just the same!
Oo-arr. How many times must a young lad beg,
To get his hands on yer middle leg....
You're my kind of guy, you're a big strapping laddy,
Let me take you home and play mummies and daddies,
Shut up sonny I'm not that way but you are...
West country boy!!!
:2thumbsup :bleh: :2thumbsup
Hey, country boy, make some hay, country boy,
What you swearing at? I'll fookin' give yer that,
You lads are all the same, aye, yer bloody lazy. Yer drive me chuffin' crazy!
Now what you winking at, you know I'm not like that,
Keep yer mind on cutting grass, and off my hairy ass,
You're an ugly bleeder, but oi needs yer, and oi loves yer just the same!
Oo-arr. How many times must a young lad beg,
To get his hands on yer middle leg....
You're my kind of guy, you're a big strapping laddy,
Let me take you home and play mummies and daddies,
Shut up sonny I'm not that way but you are...
West country boy!!!
Put yer 'ands on, put yer 'ands on, go on oi dares you!!
Oo-arr. Put yer 'ands on, put yer 'ands on.
Hey, country boy, What you staring at? You randy little twat,
Keep yer mind on cutting edge, and off my meat and two veg,
You're with me on this hillock, you're a pillock, but oi loves yer just the same!
Oo-arr. How many times must a young lad beg,
To get his hands on yer middle leg....
You're my kind of guy, you're a big strapping laddy,
Let me take you home and play mummies and daddies,
Shut up sonny I'm not that way but you are...
West country boy!!!
:2thumbsup :bleh: :2thumbsup