The ball of Inverness


There were four and twenty virgins
on the Ball of Inverness.
When the ball was over
there were four and twenty less.

Refr:
Swing your balls against your partner,
and your ass against the wall.
If you don't get fucked on a Saturday night,
you'll never get fucked at all.

Farmer Giles he was there,
sickle in his hand.
Every time he swung around
he circumcised the band.

Swing...

The village magician, he was there
in his favourite role.
He put his head between his legs
and vanished up his hole.

Swing...

The village whore, she was there,
she kept the crowd in fits.
Sliding down the banister
and bouncing on her tits.

Swing...

The village vicar, he was there
and in a corner sat.
Amusing himself by abusing himself
and catching it in his hat.

Swing...

The village cripple, he was there,
he wasn't up to much.
He lined them up against the wall
and fucked them with his crutch.

Swing...

The village smithy, he was there.
His prick was ironware.
When the first begun to rust,
he swapped it for a spare.

Swing...

The postman, he was also there,
the poor man had the pox.
He couldn't fuck the women
so he fucked the letterbox.

Swing...
	
And when the ball was over,
everyone has to confess,
they had enjoyed the dancing,
but the fucking was the best.