Gavin Friday Baltimore Whores
There were four old whores of Baltimore
Drinking the blood red wine.
And all their conversation was
"Yours is smaller than mine.'
Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.
“You’re a liar”, said the first whore,
"Mine's as big as the air.
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never touch a hair."
Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.
“You’re a liar”, said the second,
"Mine's as big as the sea.
The ship sails in, the ship sails out,
Never troubles me."
Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.
“You’re a liar”, said the third one,
"Mine's as big as the moon.
The men jump in, the men jump out,
And never touch the womb."
Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.
Swab your decks, me hearties
Slice them up with pride
? You sons of whores
Yours is smaller than mine
“You’re a liar”, said the last whore,
"Mine's the biggest of all.
A fleet sailed in on the first of June,
And didn't come back till fall."
Timy, roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough.
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.
