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The girls of Camaret

The girls of Camaret
They all claiming being virgins,
But when they're in my bed
They prefer my privy parts much better.
But a candle!
 
Girl from Camaret,
Where's your maidenhead?
It sails on the waves
On a sailor's knob
It's swimming!
 
My husband, he's gone
Fishing in Spain,
He left me penniless,
But with my little hole
I'm earning some!
 
The curtains of our bed
Are made of red canvas,
But when we're in it,
Ass- rage takes hold of us,
Everything's shaking!
 
Oh husband, what are you doing here,
You're drilling my thigh,
You must have to be drunk
For not finding the hole
That pisses!
 
The Mayor of Camaret
Just bought himself a donkey,
A Republican donkey
To fuck-off the Prussians
Poor donkey!
 
The priest of Camaret
Has the balls hanging out
And when he gets to sit on them
Those are shoving up his ass
Makes him getting a hard-on.
 
Celina, if you loved me...
You'd make me noodles
And while I'm eating them
You would tickle on
My bollocks.
 
On the town square of Camaret
There's the statue of Hercules
And every Sunday morning
The priest and the sacristan
Screw him in the ass.
 
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