[Mr.Redeye]

Long as we're putting up the words to rugby songs... our bus broke down comming back from New Brunswick one year, and a guy began singing this. was quite simple, he'd sing a line, we'd repeat.

"Walking 'round at mid-NIGHT!
Lookin for a whore...
God-damn son-of-a-bitch i couldn't find a whore.
Finally found a WHORE!
She was tight and thin...
God-damn son-of-a-bitch i couldn't get it in.
Finally got it iiIN!
Wiggled it all about...
God-damn son-of-a-bitch i couldn't get it out.
Finally got it ooOUT!
It was red and sore...
The moral of the story IS to never fuck a whore! HEY!"

next one i actually heard from a female the first time.

(Chorus) Oh bob-a-reeba! (everyone repeats) Oh pass the whiskey! (everyone repeats)

I wish that all the ladies! (everyone reapeats)
Were holes in the road (repeat)
And if i were a dump truck (repeat)
I'd fill 'em with my load (repeat)
(chorus)

I wish that all the ladies! (repeat)
Were pies on the shelf (you get the idea here)
And if I were the baker
I'd eat 'em all myself
(chorus)

I wish that all the ladies!
Were bricks in a pile
If I was a mason
I'd lay 'em all like tile
(chorus)

I wish that all the ladies!
Were bells in a tower
If I were Quasimodo
I'd bang 'em every hour!