As I went out one Saturday night I'm embarrassed to tell you my plight But my belt buckle broke And I mooned a poor bloke So he screamed and then ran out of sight
Sometimes I sits here and I thinks Sometimes I sits here and I thinks Sometimes I just sits here Sometimes I just sits here Sometimes I sits here and I thinks
When your thinking is over dear friend And your worries has come to an end Then it’s time to start over Roll around in the clover And a new stupid game to attend
He'd avoided the old hangman's noose From the gallows he had gotten loose There's no rope 'round his neck But, Hey! What the heck? Now it's wrapped 'round his caboose.
The charm of her smile was too much It came on with the slightest of touch When she flirted with me I fell flat to my knee Cause the Lady had stolen my crutch!
From Liverpool, where I lived wild, I was led me to the moors; a mere child. But when Cathy departed I was left broken-hearted And my rival in love I reviled.
I see that two full months have passed Not a single new Lim'rick's been cast Is the well of rhyme dry? Is this game sure to die? Please let not this verse be the last.