The Dirty Song

If a woman's hips are ample
Then I want her in the hay
Skirt and stocking all a rample
Cheerfully
For that's my way

If the woman bites in pleasure
Then I wipe it clean with hay
My mouth, her lap together
Thoroughly

For that's my way
If a woman goes on loving
When I feel to tired to play
I'd smile and go off waving, amiably
For that's my way