Voltaire The Dirtiest Song That Ain't
I've been 'round for a long time And I learned along the way: If you wanna go on the radio There are words you just can't say! Well, I thought hard about it And I found a way around it Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't. Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't. Come on, man, won't you give me a hand And say the words I can't? Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't.
Down in Carolina I met a girl with a nice [...] And I reached down between us And I whipped out my [...] Skipped right past the suckin' And got right down to [...] She turned and said: "I gotta ask, Would you slip it into my [...]?" Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't. Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't. Come on, man, won't you give me a hand And say the words I can't? Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't.
Her husband was a trucker He was a filthy mother[...] Didn't wanna wrestle With this no-good stinkin' [...] I heard him come through the kitchen door When I was bangin' his filthy [...] I knew I'd end up in a ditch If he caught me ridin' his [...] Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't. Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't. Come on, man, won't you give me a hand And say the words I can't? Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't.
"Mercy, please!" I told him, But then he grabbed me by the [...] And he did something heinous He exposed his [...] I said "I don't mean to seem crass, But why are you buttering up your [...]?" He said "My wife's a beard, and she lured you here. 'Cause I'm queer and I love it in the [...]" Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't. Sing along to make this song The dirtiest song that ain't. Thank you, man, for lending a hand. And saying the words I can't. You have to sing along to make this song The dirtiest song, The filthiest song, The dirtiest song that ain't.
