Man In The Boat Lyrics

Macc Lads Man In The Boat

Her tits hung low, but her arse was flabbier,
My fingers went in search of the pouting labia
Smelled dead strong, I thought I'll have a bit of this
And my tongue went looking for the clitoris
Can't f..cking find it - where's the man in the boat?
The bastard's disappeared, she must be faking
Its like trying to find a bean in ten pounds of bacon
Loads of hair and uncooked mutton
There's no sign of a little pink button
Can't f..cking find it - where's the man in the boat?

She turned over to watch Eastenders
There must be a diagram someone could lend us
Tried further up, got no reaction
Trust a bloody woman to have such a contraption